Echoes in the Cosmos: The Loneliness of an Artist

When I ponder the loneliness of the moon amidst the infinite universe, I see a reflection of my own solitude as an artist in this capitalist society. We constantly crawl through spaces where our idiosyncrasies intersect, yet our voices seem like distant whispers, echoing out there without ever reaching anyone. It's kind of crazy, you know? It feels like not even the vastness of outer space can fill this void.