Sometimes when I’m in the mood to write, I find myself overwhelmed by the infinite gelatinous ocean of possibilities of what I could write or write about. The universe is rich and abundant, and affords artists an uncountable amount of objects and concepts to inspire them, and upon each object or concept, abounding angles and degrees of angles from which to describe them. One can describe a thing in plain, objective terms; a brand new wooden baseball bat. Or in esoteric, metaphoric terms; the car was a lustful beast that hungered for sin. An artist may then consider who they are creating for (themselves, others, someone specific) and the tone of their expression (hopeful, cynical, frank, cryptic). Perhaps more important is the purpose of the piece; is it supposed to disturb, preach, entertain, inform, ignite thought, or do all of the above?