I have just finished reading a short essay by George Orwell, called “Why I Write”.
The following photos summarise my own position, finally reached today, on reading this essay.
It is a beautiful essay of political art: more beautiful because this – precisely this effect and fact of art – is the impact he intended to produce.
And so the photos below, excerpts from the essay which have most profoundly caught my eye, help explain why I always have – and why now I shall never stop again: however cruel and dangerous my world becomes, it will never yank from me the urge to tell it as it’s being – as it’s becoming! – to me and my ontology.