Captain

Sometimes I see people, they profess their adoration for artists, and writers, and musicians.  But, god, I hate it.  It's not jealousy.  You're missing the point, if you went there.  It's something about the way the worship is focused on the individual.  How the artist is the intrigue, not the creation.  And if the piece is were the worship is wielded, then why?  And when did this start and how will it end, and what will be next?  It always seemed like the point of it was that it's excessive.  That it's grotesque to express ourselves this way and look, look now, don't look away, it's happening, you can see it burning or blossoming or expressing itself in a way both noble and relatable.  Didn't sea captains, unknown intellectuals, have locks on their doors and the desk drawers, and when they shouldn't have been writing secret poetry at late hours by candlelight as the waves rocked and the seas rolled, and should have been charting the skies and checking the maps and quelling crew insurrection instead of sitting quietly with their pining and their pawing for women they have or want, or maybe it's not women at all, but something else, something more taboo or less taboo, and years later their children find what was written and it's either embarrassing for everyone involved or it's vaulted to great acclaim, but it was secret for a reason.