that bad sensory moment when you鈥檙e trying to do something that requires a lot of focus and the people around you are talking loudly and you鈥檙e just sitting there like $&@&&@@^%#%^%***++*%%#%^*+%%%
i'm thinking about charlotte bront毛 spending her last years editing and publishing her sisters' writings and about christopher tolkien dedicating his life to the protection and meticulous reconstruction his father's life's work and about johanna van gogh publishing the letters between vincent and theo that would propel vincent van gogh into fame because she knew how much her husband had loved his brother, and about how so often art isn't just a reflection of the artist's mind and skills but a testament to the fact that they were loved