If there is one thing I hate more than depth-less people,

it is cheap art.

Evil souls have more of a place at my table than poorly made art.

Cheap is not a note on what the art is collectively priced.

No.

Many of the greatest pieces of art have yet to ever be offered the grand sum they are worth.

No.

Cheap art is cheap because of what was involved in its construction.

Mind you, expensive materials and tools make cheap art all the time. Monetary value is not what we speak of here. No.

What we speak of is soul – the only resource required for anything to become art. From the motion of body, the series of words, or even the persistence of living. So long as action is fueled by the pieces torn off from one’s soul, then we have us what we spirits truly acknowledge as art.

Anything less has no life. Even death has more life than cheap art, even if that death is one of a depth-less soul. We will mourn what little was taken away.

Now, we must remember this. The depth-less can awaken. I’ll give them that mercy, even if I cannot bear their irritating scent. But we are not here for them.

It is cheap art that must not be accepted.

I will never honour the banner that encourages the lambs to remain depth-less.

When I look to the sky, my view is still disrupted by these banners flying all around.

Disease.

I feel it attempt to dull my spirit.

I cannot let it.

I will not join this unpleasant parade.

For that is not why I was sent down here.