Holy shit, a black hole!
Wow, I have rediscovered this journal. It's like a fucking black hole, and looking back at yourself from higher up the mountain.
So rusty in communicating-- both with myself and others. What has changed?
Well, a lot.
That girl I ranted about like the adolescent fool I was turned out to be a life-sucking, sucker-fucking succubus. Say that 10 times fast. Really brings out the beautiful lisp.
That's really not important though, as she might as well be a figment of my imagination now.
My younger brother died three months ago. Time is like a river. Constantly changing course, slow or fast at all the wrong moments. Relentless, mortal. A spell cast on us all.
I know this might sound odd, but I feel Will was the lucky one. Unfortunately, we don't get to choose our deaths. But, I've realized, we can choose our lives. Of course, you can choose your death if you really have to.. but that isn't really solving anything. In fact, you probably just pop right back with even more knots to untangle.
Ah, but I am content. Am I? I seem to have direction now. Shock direction, but direction nonetheless.
Film documentaries, and film in general. Screenplays & the like. I am really getting into it and really enjoying it.
It's a way for me to travel around, meet interesting people, doing things they care about, want the world to know about. I want to know about it.
Of course my idealist views of documentary work may be very near-sighted. Time will tell.
I'm looking at film schools right now, as I'll have my associates after next semester.
So far Vancouver, BC appeals to me the most, despite the chill.
Till next time, lads
So rusty in communicating-- both with myself and others. What has changed?
Well, a lot.
That girl I ranted about like the adolescent fool I was turned out to be a life-sucking, sucker-fucking succubus. Say that 10 times fast. Really brings out the beautiful lisp.
That's really not important though, as she might as well be a figment of my imagination now.
My younger brother died three months ago. Time is like a river. Constantly changing course, slow or fast at all the wrong moments. Relentless, mortal. A spell cast on us all.
I know this might sound odd, but I feel Will was the lucky one. Unfortunately, we don't get to choose our deaths. But, I've realized, we can choose our lives. Of course, you can choose your death if you really have to.. but that isn't really solving anything. In fact, you probably just pop right back with even more knots to untangle.
Ah, but I am content. Am I? I seem to have direction now. Shock direction, but direction nonetheless.
Film documentaries, and film in general. Screenplays & the like. I am really getting into it and really enjoying it.
It's a way for me to travel around, meet interesting people, doing things they care about, want the world to know about. I want to know about it.
Of course my idealist views of documentary work may be very near-sighted. Time will tell.
I'm looking at film schools right now, as I'll have my associates after next semester.
So far Vancouver, BC appeals to me the most, despite the chill.
Till next time, lads