i was going to search for more street art oeuvre but i realize i dont have to coz ive got danarpramesti on my dashboard. i used to want to take up more creative things like stencilling or rollerblading but then i realized danarpramesti already did all those things and more. i dont envy her, i wish her all the best ;p. its just that sometimes i used to wish that i was a more creative person. ok i lied. i probably had delusion that i was a great artist. i just need to find the right kind of art for me. then im all set. as i get older though, i realized that i am, well, kinda mediocre. not even in art. just in life in general. i write poetry. poems. but i dont do it full time. unlike danarpramesti with his beautiful, soulful singing and souljahmusik. so i write marginal poetry, about things on the margin, marginally. the best i could do is probably just marginally good. i have stopped regretting this. i think there is a space in the beautiful for marginal things. footnotes, endnotes, underlines in cheap ink. thats why i dont worry about banksy. hes a great artist. nuttin marginal about the dude. hes like an old master in sneakers. i guess people worry theyre beeing fooled by all these kids with silly-clever identikits. borf? thats genius. the question: how to stop worrying about meta-ness and love being dumb? probable answer: probably things are not that simple. im nobody’s fool, but im pretty stupid.