Isn't all art, philosophy, most literature an attempt to describe what it is like inside. We all lead two lives, an outer life, a physical life visible to others and an inner life that is private that only you are party to. Bodies exist in space and are subject to the laws of physics. Minds do not exist in space and can not be said to be spacially anywhere. The hunger to tell people what it is like in here gets the better of artists.
My dream is to lose this hunger and to just be. To hear, to smell, to touch, to see. Art can seem almost autistic in nature. As if artists have not entirely accepted that others see too. That it is only they who are party to the wonders of consciousness. Since this is common to all why need to make futile attempts to illustrate it. Maybe it is the need for some verification. Some confirmation that what only I can see bares similarities with what only you can see.
Design is different. Problem solving has a different role.
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