Art is a farce, maybe a bit of physical humor or reckless violence in the alleyway of enterprise or shame. I don’t know, the answer is in this very room. Any word on this page is a falsehood if you consider the validity of said words. However, in order for my words to be false there would have to be a logical progression of ideas which I doubt would come from these scribblings since I am writing out of my immediate consciousness. Would you believe that my writing is this slopping if I had preplanned it? My hand writing itself is horrible, how can anyone write this horrendously? I ask questions on a page as if someone would answer me but I doubt anybody would read this. I am just a college student as I write this statement, who would want to read this in a museum or in a textbook like I’m some model to follow or emulate. Even if I become famous, who could take this writing, this penmanship, seriously? There is some comedy in this; a college student writing self-consciously about his future self. Why knows what could happen, “que sera, sera.”