July 9, 2012
It is almost always worthwhile to rage at the state of the world. Humanity is a disgusting race, in all our forms, and it is maddening to be a helpless cog in the machine that tosses its potential away. It is always a good idea to put yourself in an uncomfortable situation because horizons should always be stretched. There is always more to a moment than meets the eye.
I need to write a story that disorients us like a labyrinth, that sprouts creatures we haven't seen since Ovid but which we run into everyday.
"What have I become?" it will ask, as every time it looks in the mirror, it gets introduced to a different face. The ancient forest will be our modern streets, Narcissus the wannabe wasting away on egotism.
It will be an assignment for myself. Read, model, write. Read, model, write. The ink must start flowing again. because we can be nothing without pain.
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