Memoirs of a Damned (34)

Moving stage

At the beginning of these memoirs, it is said that it may be too soon to write them, but who can be certain about their future? Besides the firm conviction that everything bad and good has already happened, at least the defining events of my life. Nothing will change in my artistic side; I will be like those cursed poets resigned to oblivion. Personally, better and worse moments will follow one another, like those of any human being. I only aspire to isolation from everything, to achieve my spiritual peace, ultimately, to live with dignity until the end of my life. Only time will tell whether these memoirs will continue. May they be welcome in their case.

These peaceful days in São Martinho are coming to an end, and harsh reality awaits me once again. I implore your indulgence and enlightenment along the way.

All things considered, the internet has been more of a hindrance than a help. My blogs (for there were several attempts) have somehow fallen prey to cancel culture. So have my social media posts on certain topics.

A witch hunt has begun, preventing easier access to and recognition of my work.

Streaming platforms have demonstrated their immunity, their normalized dirty business, and the consumer, their indifference, their free lunch, their infidelity. Being visible today for an independent artist is very expensive and unprofitable. As things stand, the only commitment an artist has is to their art.

The only meager profits CD Baby generated went to the Irmã Dulce congregation in Brazil, and I didn't even receive a thank-you message.