Becoming Leonardo (Year 1 day 87)

Now I have the place. I have gathered the tools, dug up a few instruments. At one time everything was just music, images. We made blockbusters to sell a perfume or a car. No one cares about its smell anymore and there is no more gasoline or roads. But this cry inside me to create does not need these trivialities. And if I have to learn how to express this concretely it is to share it with whoever will listen to me. I feel like that guy who said to himself for the first time that he could draw an animal on the wall of his cave.

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