Straight from Goldwatch and 13th Witness’ mouth:
I find it harder and harder to find groups of human beings that truly live without fear, and with total abandon, and complete brazen for the sake of life.
We are all dieing. But People don’t live their lives like they’re dieing.
I always remind my self to look up at night, and to be still for a moment before eating, I try and always maintain a sense of general mind fullness, because these days its so easy to forget how unbelievably fucking awesome this “life” is and slip into a digitally induced, wireless “fuck coma” of modern conveniences, these mind boxes most humans seem to be stuck in. They seem to enjoy it, 95% of them, finding safety in the warm fan from their wi-fi, rather then braving the brisk sunrise out side.
It’s important to hug your father, and question authority, and break the rules, and fight the “fuck coma.”
Running the Gumball is complete ANTI Fuck Coma. Its a week of forced awareness. A week of living life as an expression of art, an act of high mischievous meditation. With whipping around the earth in this craze parade, comes an obligation to not only live on the edge, but constantly challenge where that edge even is. Gumball is participatory, we are brothers and sisters in brazen. We define the edge, we gather once a year to both risk and question everything. And honest to good-grief its one of the […]