- "Winds from the east... Mist comin' in... Like something's a brewin', about to begin... Can't put me finger on what lies in store... But I feel what's to 'appen, all 'appened before...!"
Us artsy kind are a constant evolving sort of being. We can never sit in one place for too long or do one thing forever. We become restless. Restless in a good way. But nonetheless, RESTLESS.