damn it
I was drawing in class today on the back of one of my tests. Someone told me it looked good. It was just a rough sketch of someone across the room.
As I was looking at it, it seemed like that drawing was more important to me than the actual test.
Metaphorically, it seems creativity is stifled in the ambition of an enviable future.
Of course I said nothing. I always say nothing. Or say the wrong thing. But I couldn't even say thank you.
It was nothing to be proud of, since there was no point in taking credit for it. It's just a skill that is useless - I can't develop it. I can't appreciate it. I can't take it to the heights of human imagination and derive pleasure and beauty from it because there is no time or place for art in life now.
My future in this country is very depressing to me.
We live to work, and we die to live.
As I was looking at it, it seemed like that drawing was more important to me than the actual test.
Metaphorically, it seems creativity is stifled in the ambition of an enviable future.
Of course I said nothing. I always say nothing. Or say the wrong thing. But I couldn't even say thank you.
It was nothing to be proud of, since there was no point in taking credit for it. It's just a skill that is useless - I can't develop it. I can't appreciate it. I can't take it to the heights of human imagination and derive pleasure and beauty from it because there is no time or place for art in life now.
My future in this country is very depressing to me.
We live to work, and we die to live.