PDX Art: "The promise of tomorrow or why I forgot to ask for your name" by Richard Schemmerer

The purpose of tomorrow & the promise of tomorrow

There is no rationality behind my irrationality, no secret behind the mystery of my life. I have brief encounters with temporary clarity and I had brief encounters with my future self which was not who I wanted it to be.
I am the stories I tell myself listen to, the movement, the breath, the perpetuation of my habits.
I am Lapis Lazuli, the sky that falls down onto Earth, the beggar that gives that gives back generously from the force that keeps me alive.

Make me an offer I can’t resist and I give into your desire. I am the crumbled paper under the world’s feet, the note that nobody reads. I am the spleen, the liver, the breather, the life giver giving to myself more moments of indulgence.
I am fishing for memories in a pond filled with anecdotes to remember the process that got me where I am. I am the confluence of my circumstances and the aftermath of my calculations. I tell you my truth and you tell me why I am lying
I am the pleasure that needs to be shared in a pool filled with brain aphrodisiac. Ecstasy is my dolce vita, is my middle name, is my perfume, and is my cause to live. I fly below the radar of dignity to consume the leftovers of the high society high on high octane hype. I am not into intellectual waste instead I am madly in love with love because it makes me feel good to make you feel good.
I accelerate in the curves of life and hold back on the long stretches leading right towards my natural end. My engagement seems semi permanent while I am time shifting my expectations.
My pride rides me through the gates of hell and back out again because no place is good or bad enough for m. I am the birth mother of the future; holistic and pregnant with friction and aberration.
I am the double maze with no exit; if you enter you enter me becoming me, one with me.
I am the road most avoided that follows its own map guided by its own GPS towards the promise of a new tomorrow.
The purpose of tomorrow is to remind us that yesterday is not fished with us yet.