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And so we return to the great void.
I should probably be working on a script, but the mental energy required is sometimes lacking after a long day at work.
Life has moved on since I last posted here and yet in so many ways it feels as if everything has remained the same. Old friendships have fallen into entropy and new ones have been created. Maturity gained and mistakes made.
Film is now the passion; a recording, not literally, but a way of measuring emotion at a particular point in time as manifest through the various narratives I find myself drawn to.
A similar comment was made by a friend of mine recently proclaimed he wants to bring a camcorder when we goes out. He's not creating fiction like me but I believe the motivation is similar. To give clarity to the grayness that can envelop us if we are not careful. To mark down the passing of time, to make it all seem real. I respect his motivations; not many people can sense the deadness or put it's negating energy into words, but he has and my own actions appear validated in this light.
I am perhaps more productive that I have ever been, though my motivations are ultimately the same.
I'm working on a script with a friend that will take it to the next level and bring the void into the real world, if only for an instant. All my saving and spare time are being spent on it. Nothing is as important as this now, expect of course the Foundation, but that dream is still distant.
I should probably be working on a script, but the mental energy required is sometimes lacking after a long day at work.
Life has moved on since I last posted here and yet in so many ways it feels as if everything has remained the same. Old friendships have fallen into entropy and new ones have been created. Maturity gained and mistakes made.
Film is now the passion; a recording, not literally, but a way of measuring emotion at a particular point in time as manifest through the various narratives I find myself drawn to.
A similar comment was made by a friend of mine recently proclaimed he wants to bring a camcorder when we goes out. He's not creating fiction like me but I believe the motivation is similar. To give clarity to the grayness that can envelop us if we are not careful. To mark down the passing of time, to make it all seem real. I respect his motivations; not many people can sense the deadness or put it's negating energy into words, but he has and my own actions appear validated in this light.
I am perhaps more productive that I have ever been, though my motivations are ultimately the same.
I'm working on a script with a friend that will take it to the next level and bring the void into the real world, if only for an instant. All my saving and spare time are being spent on it. Nothing is as important as this now, expect of course the Foundation, but that dream is still distant.