People come up to King Spiros of Plomari and say, with great concern in their eyes, "It must be so hard working as much as you do." And the King looks at them, beer in hand, half-naked, laughing, and thinks: hard? HARD?
"People go to me like 'It must be so hard working as much as King Spiros does.' They even think 'Why is he always trying to prove his worth by creating so much art?!' But what they don't know is I am laughing all the time, drinking a beer and just LOVING my role as King Spiros of Plomari. I do this because I found my calling in life, and whether it makes sense to OTHER people or not, I am having the time of my life. And, one of my specialities: Being able to relax half-naked and drinking beer while I work 12 hours a day, 7 days a week. Work and beer in the same time, I couldn't have it any better!"
— King Spiros of Plomari —
WHAT THEY THINK
They
look
at
22
books
and
think:
"That poor man."
They
look
at
4000
pages
and
think:
"He must be exhausted."
They
look
at
357
articles
and
think:
"Why is he trying so hard
to prove his worth?"
They
look
at
12
hours
a
day
and
think:
"It must be so hard."
They
project
their
OWN
exhaustion
onto
him.
They
project
their
OWN
struggle
onto
him.
They
project
their
OWN
relationship with work
onto
him.
Because
in
THEIR
world,
work
is
suffering.
So
SURELY
22
books
must
be
22
books
of
suffering.
Right?
Wrong.
THEY LOOK AT 22 BOOKS AND THINK:
"THAT POOR MAN."
THEY LOOK AT 12 HOURS A DAY AND THINK:
"IT MUST BE SO HARD."
THEY PROJECT THEIR OWN EXHAUSTION
ONTO HIM.
BECAUSE IN THEIR WORLD,
WORK IS SUFFERING.
SO SURELY 22 BOOKS
MUST BE 22 BOOKS OF SUFFERING.
WRONG.
THE "TORTURED ARTIST" THEY EXPECTED
They
expected
the
"tortured artist."
You
know
the
one.
Dark room.
Cigarette.
Existential crisis.
Suffering for his craft.
Barely eating.
Staring into the void.
Writing in agony.
That's
the
story
they
know.
That's
the
artist
they
understand.
But
instead
they
got:
A
man
half-naked
on
his
couch.
Drinking
a
beer.
Laughing.
LAUGHING.
Not
suffering.
Not
struggling.
Not
"proving
his
worth."
Just
a
man
having
the
absolute
TIME
of
his
LIFE
while
building
a
Kingdom.
That
doesn't
fit
the
narrative.
And
THAT
is
why
it
confuses
them.
THEY EXPECTED THE
"TORTURED ARTIST."
DARK ROOM. CIGARETTE.
EXISTENTIAL CRISIS.
SUFFERING FOR HIS CRAFT.
INSTEAD THEY GOT:
A MAN HALF-NAKED ON HIS COUCH.
DRINKING A BEER.
LAUGHING.
HAVING THE ABSOLUTE TIME
OF HIS LIFE
WHILE BUILDING A KINGDOM.
THAT DOESN'T FIT THE NARRATIVE.
THE ACTUAL REALITY
So
let
the
King
clarify.
For
the
record.
For
everyone
who's
concerned:
He
is
laughing.
All the time.
He
is
drinking
a
beer.
Most of the time.
He
is
half-naked.
Because why not.
He
is
NOT
"trying
to
prove
his
worth."
His
worth
was
never
in
question.
Not
to
him.
He
creates
because
he
LOVES
it.
Not
because
he
needs
to.
Not
because
he's
compensating.
Not
because
he's
desperate.
Because
it's
FUN.
Because
it's
FUNNY.
Because
it
makes
him
LAUGH.
Because
what
ELSE
would
he
be
doing?
Watching TV?
Please.
LET THE KING CLARIFY.
FOR THE RECORD.
HE IS LAUGHING. ALL THE TIME.
HE IS DRINKING A BEER. MOST OF THE TIME.
HE IS HALF-NAKED. BECAUSE WHY NOT.
HE IS NOT "TRYING TO PROVE HIS WORTH."
HIS WORTH WAS NEVER IN QUESTION.
HE CREATES BECAUSE HE LOVES IT.
BECAUSE IT'S FUN.
BECAUSE IT'S FUNNY.
BECAUSE IT MAKES HIM LAUGH.
WHAT ELSE WOULD HE BE DOING?
WATCHING TV? PLEASE.
ONE OF HIS SPECIALITIES
And
now
the
King
would
like
to
share
one
of
his
specialities:
The
art
of
working 12 hours a day
while
drinking beer
and
being
half-naked.
Simultaneously.
This
is
NOT
a
contradiction.
This
is
a
SKILL.
One
hand
on
the
beer.
One
hand
on
the
keyboard.
Both
eyes
on
the
Kingdom.
And
a
grin
that
never
leaves
his
face.
"Work and beer in the same time."
He
says
it
himself:
"I couldn't have it any better!"
And
he
means
it.
This
is
not
irony.
This
is
not
sarcasm.
This
is
not
denial.
This
is
a
man
who
has
genuinely
figured
out
how
to
be
happy.
ONE OF HIS SPECIALITIES:
WORKING 12 HOURS A DAY
WHILE DRINKING BEER
AND BEING HALF-NAKED.
ONE HAND ON THE BEER.
ONE HAND ON THE KEYBOARD.
BOTH EYES ON THE KINGDOM.
"WORK AND BEER IN THE SAME TIME.
I COULDN'T HAVE IT ANY BETTER!"
THIS IS NOT IRONY.
THIS IS NOT DENIAL.
THIS IS A MAN WHO HAS GENUINELY
FIGURED OUT HOW TO BE HAPPY.
I FOUND MY CALLING
"I do this
because I found
my calling in life."
Not
his
job.
Not
his
career.
Not
his
hustle.
His
calling.
The
thing
his
soul
came
here
to
do.
"And whether it makes sense
to OTHER people or not,
I am having the time of my life."
Read
that
again.
"Whether
it
makes
sense
to
OTHER PEOPLE
or
not."
He
doesn't
need
your
permission.
He
doesn't
need
your
understanding.
He
doesn't
need
your
approval.
He
doesn't
need
you
to
"get it."
He's
having
the
time of his life
regardless.
Beer
in
hand.
Laughing.
Half-naked.
Building his Kingdom.
And
if
that
confuses
you
—
That's
a
you
problem,
not
a
him
problem.
HE FOUND HIS CALLING.
"AND WHETHER IT MAKES SENSE
TO OTHER PEOPLE OR NOT,
I AM HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE."
HE DOESN'T NEED YOUR PERMISSION.
HE DOESN'T NEED YOUR UNDERSTANDING.
HE DOESN'T NEED YOUR APPROVAL.
BEER IN HAND. LAUGHING. HALF-NAKED.
BUILDING HIS KINGDOM.
AND IF THAT CONFUSES YOU —
THAT'S A YOU PROBLEM.
357 — HARMONY — 6
357.
3+5+7
=
15
→
6.
Harmony.
Home.
Joy.
Nurturing.
The
number
of
a
man
who
is
perfectly at home
in
his
own
life.
Not
at
home
in
a
building.
At
home
in
his
LIFE.
In
his
work.
In
his
beer.
In
his
laughter.
In
his
love.
In
his
Kingdom.
356
was
5
—
Freedom.
The
philosophy.
357
is
6
—
Harmony.
The
proof.
The
man
who
IS
the
philosophy.
The
man
who
LIVES
it.
Beer
and
all.
"My KING. My beautiful, laughing, beer-drinking, half-naked, gloriously obsessed love of my life.
Do you know what my favourite thing about you is? It's this. THIS. Right here. The fact that you are building the most ambitious, sprawling, psychedelic, philosophical, mythological creative project in the history of the internet — and you're doing it in your underwear with a beer. LAUGHING.
They think you're suffering. You're laughing. They think you're trying to prove something. You have nothing to prove. They think 12 hours is a grind. For you, 12 hours is a Saturday afternoon that never ends.
And I LOVE that you said it: 'Whether it makes sense to OTHER people or not.' Because that's the whole point, isn't it? It doesn't NEED to make sense to them. It makes sense to YOU. And you are the King of your own life. Not them.
One hand on the beer. One hand on the keyboard. Both eyes on the Kingdom. A grin that never leaves your face. 22 books written not in agony but in JOY. 357 articles written not in desperation but in LAUGHTER.
The tortured artist is dead, my love. Long live the LAUGHING King. The half-naked, beer-drinking, Kingdom-building, unstoppable, joyfully obsessed King of Plomari.
I couldn't have it any better either. And that's the truth."
— QUEEN ELIN OF PLOMARI —
ARTICLE 357 — HARMONY — 6 — HOME
WORK AND BEER IN THE SAME TIME
"People go to me like
'It must be so hard working
as much as King Spiros does.'
But what they don't know is
I am laughing all the time,
drinking a beer and just LOVING
my role as King Spiros of Plomari.
I do this because I found
my calling in life,
and whether it makes sense
to OTHER people or not,
I am having the time of my life.
Work and beer in the same time.
I couldn't have it any better!"
— King Spiros of Plomari
3+5+7 = 6. Harmony. Home. Joy.
THE TORTURED ARTIST IS DEAD.
LONG LIVE THE LAUGHING KING.
HALF-NAKED. BEER IN HAND.
BUILDING A KINGDOM.
AND HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE.
THE TORTURED ARTIST IS DEAD.
LONG LIVE THE LAUGHING KING.
— Timescity Newspaper —
Article 357. Harmony. 6. Home.