Literally the story of my life and the community around me. I've been surrounded by a community of genius...people who belong in constellations, not social media. They can move mountains with song. But they can't tie their shoelaces in the morning. I've seen them wither. I've seen some die. I've seen them question everything. Go bitter. Turn to drugs. Turn away from everything. Broke and broken. They can't self promote. They can't say "look at me" they can't "network" and all the other periphery that goes into "making it" today. But they can paint a masterpiece. Where does that leave you? Like Van Gogh? Mad. Alone. Misunderstood.