In my daily life I often feel very weighed down by the mundanity of survival. I would like to repeat a quote that I often say to myself secretly when I am feeling especially frustrated with my actions as a functioning adult human: "Art must tear at the neck of the bourgeois." To me, it is a reminder that I must rip out the part of myself that I commission for process. I do not want to stride through cyclical events, but veer off and collide into things with a playful ferocity.