The Cathartic Silence

I’ve yet to find a way to express myself to the fullest. Not art school nor Dylan were able to help me work through this wretched curse. My family calls it lump in the throat syndrome. Whenever I get close to letting go, something takes over me and restrains me.

I sought out Don Marco in the hopes of working through my inhibitions. My art was on the line and I was yet another desperate 20 something year old racing against the clock. My expectations were low. I’ve met more creeps than I could imagine through this industry, and I didn’t expect my luck to be changing anytime soon.

But Don Marco was reassuring when we spoke over the phone. All I was required to bring to our session was an open mind. So when I arrived to his dungeon on 16th street, I sat in the car for a good 2 hours in attempt to clear my mind. Some would say I’m an over thinker. I call it being prepared. Regardless, this session could be the very thing that bridges the gap between my dreams and I. So is it unusual to take the session seriously? I think not.