Brains, and the mindsets they produce, serve a simple purpose in a convoluted manner: survival. The way to survive in any world is to have ample access to life-sustaining resources. In this particular, capitalist world, those resources are collected, gathered, and exchanged for money. Like a filter installed in between the un and subconscious, questions of worthiness, of money-making potential are present in every thought. Without the guarantee of a legitimate answer to those questions we are less likely to devote mental capacity to, or even meditate on any given matter at hand.

So money, being the answer, is a key, a key that losing track of locks us out of where we need to be in order to continue to be. And I’m on the other side of that door, permanently. I’ve done more than misplace said key. I’ve forgotten its shape entirely; locked out as long as I’ve been, I’ve long moved past what could’ve been. Granted, there’s no hope of literally moving from the figurative door frame – a man’s gotta eat, even if it’s just the scraps that slide out – but there is more room(s) in existence than what the essentials occupy.

From where I sit, a little to the left of the door, directly across from me is creativity. As opposed to a subconscious filter – the little hope in me to miraculously make some money – it is the focal point of my mental energy. Cultivating ubiquity. Borderline dissociation. Reflecting oneself in creations inevitably leads to questions (like where does the ‘I’ end and begin again) that have no concrete answers and are easy to get lost in. Found, wondering in obliviousness, is a chance to artificially and infinitely expand thought; a chance to, effectively, exist for eternity. Exactly what a person – a brain – is meant to want to do.

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