My dear, Art that doesn’t know whether it’s photography or poetry or copy. Art that doesn’t know whether it’s high-brow or low, leftist or right. Art that doesn’t know it’s niche, it’s target demographic, or it’s goddamn business plan. Art without a plan, without a damn, and without a fan.. base, being marketed too. I’m a fan, personally, of art that sucks at marketing itself. Falsely...

My dear, Sleep late. Have fun. Get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested. Your life, your rules, your choices. Take heed of the cautious ones, but don’t join them. Be wild. Be undomesticated. Be free! Falsely yours, Hunter Stockton...

My dear, Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind. When one is happy their body is strong. They find time to; consider health, to jog about early mornings having arose from their bed with a smile, and to eat food that shows their body justice and respect. But it’s only grief, pain, and sadness that demands of us to call upon the strength of our mind… Having found no safe refuge...

My dear, Those who are knowledgeable hold the greatest unfair advantage. Those who are knowledgeable possess an extra sense over those who don’t, they possess the ability to see the world with their rational mind… Those who are knowledgeable are privileged. Those who have the privilege to know have the duty to act. That’s the catch to having the power of knowledge, you must do something with it. In all reality, you really...

My dear, People don’t like surprises when they’re dancing. Seriously, don’t interrupt someone when they’re moving and jiving. Stand back, or go away, until they’re done. Then interrupt later. The last thing you should ever do in this world is interrupt someone who’s found that thin thread of connection with music, with themselves and their body, and with their soul. The thread won’t last long (it never...

My dear, ‎Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets. Maybe all one can do is stand at the train platform of life, no map in hand, and choose the train they think is headed the right way. And once on it and moving, to look across the tracks and in seeing the other trains veer off to wherever they go to, to not be too wanting of being on them. ..Maybe all one can do is flip a coin, choose with their heart, and hope to...