From what I deduced, its a en existential look at Nihilism and the creative process of modern art. As you muster up the desire to draw but lack an idea, all life in you fails you and you fall on your face. Pain racks you, but you feel the creative urge, and you rise again. Again, despair pangs you and you fall. Its an endless cycle of the rise and fall of an artistic mind.
My initial comment was a paraphrase from the movie "The room", where one character tells a terrible story, and the main character remarks "Oh Mark, you always tell me such silly stories"
The unholy offspring of a cat and a lizard (Ew!) on its' quest for food.
...maybe not inspiring...