Even to witness true love is perfect inspiration. According to Kapoor: "the interplay between the phenomenological, the perceptual, and the psychological is the heart of what makes art."
Is there such a thing as a phenomenological reduction of love? I dunno. I doubt it.
Hemingway said a person can write better in love.
Does art have a heart? What does the heart of art love?
Maybe I should grow my hair even longer and part it in the middle.
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