Drunk on Life
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Not on alcohol but on the wild, unruly energy of existence.
Waking up feels like stepping into a dream, dizzy, unpredictable, sometimes sickening, yet pulsing with possibility.
Each day is a trip. You can crumble beneath it or inhale deep, gather your rhythm, and ride the high.
Some call it chaos. I call it living.
Art by AdidA
Ink on paper, then digitally remixed in color, each variation a new state of mind.
