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Weight of the World
The world that I once was so convinced had forgotten about me, has suddenly found itself balancing precariously atop my shoulders. For the most part, my recent day to day has been using every muscle in my body to keep it from toppling.
Since my partial release 4 months ago, the pressure buildup of my absence has starting to boil over. It’s more than just amazingly resourceful debt collectors. More than just trying to find, and then maintain, a common foothold in society. It’s bigger. It’s the massive weight that comes from trying to rebuild my life from what feels like scratch, while also making amends for having been gone while the world kept spinning.
But… I am dealing with it as best I can. Seven Hundred pushups a day develops some pretty broad shoulders. And that weight is often times offset by the incredible beauty I’ve found in the smallest of things. The smell of a woman. The taste of fresh food. A shower that stays hot longer than 10 seconds. A stick of gum. These things mean the world to me now.
Yes, I am still fighting for my son… but I get to see him. And that ability alone is well worth whatever stress I deal with to enjoy it.
So while it is true that the weight of a not quite technically ‘free’ world is at times heavy, it is also true that my worst day this year is still immeasurably better than my best day last year.
Be good to each other,
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A word from the Artist...
Aside from being my mental lifeline to the outside, this blog is an effort to help provide my beautiful son, Orion, with a little support while I am away. Any profit generated by the Ads on this blog get split between him and a charity that builds wheelchair accessible playgrounds for disabled children.
Aside from that, my spirit pretty much survives on sincere correspondence from the outside world. Letters sent by anyone are more valuable to me than clean socks. Write me, and I'll write you back.
Dante Orpilla #49007-112
FCI SHERIDAN, SATELLITE CAMP, P.O.BOX 6000
SHERIDAN, OR 97378
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On June 16th, 2010, I was sentenced to serve 28 months in a Federal Penitentiary, for possessing with intent to distribute a Class A narcotic. This blog is a visual representation of that experience. Please enjoy responsibly.
For the better part of my life I have operated under the beautiful assumption that mans greatest gift is his ability to create. And so I do. My name is Dante. I am an artist, a musician, a writer and, above all, a very proud father.
Please note that messages are sent in writing to Blackmarket Arts and due to his situation he will not be able to respond. If you would like to begin a correspondence, please write to him.