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my own pretentiousness astounds me. I can simulate art and passion, but can I ever achieve them? Would I know the feeling if I did, or would I live continuously wondering if I had? I'm not sure. I have created artwork, but i'm not sure if I've ever created art.

I feel like the little portion of dietiness inside of me is restless and desires an output.

Can art be understood? what is it's nature? I look back upon the thousands of college art projects I've seen people do. I'm never truly impressed. I wonder if something could ever astound me. Or be truly cathartic? Mm...