I found this, poem/narrative that I wrote six months ago and in retrospect I think it think it provides some perspective into the feelings I was having at that time. The title to this post is a line from another...
"Sometimes I lie just to be myself."
NYC Part II
I escaped TV land to the streets with my new found geek companions. My Rolodex was full of numbers the potentialist inside me screamed to possess but I’d likely never call. As we treaded to Nintendo World a memory bubble...
We did drawings in class, of real objects... I would ask people to switch seats with me so I could get the perspective that showed the most depth. I was in fourth grade. I got scared and then I quit. I didn't draw realism again for eight years.
I wonder when I will stop dreaming. I think I’ve got it. I have it. Now. I love the appearance of compounding sentences. They read like a mantra. Very Soothing. Sweet. I wish that this blasted text box was created...
Wacom
I’ve been lusting for a Wacom tablet for god knows how many years. It is basically a pen and a writing pad that translates your motions and pen pressure to the computer. In a wild foray into San Jose involving...
Soup in the Snow
Wheres the naivety I was promised. I just feel this listlessness. Its akin to the sickness felt from laying in bed too long. I love laying in bed… it takes me a really long time to feel like that. Is...
The Relms of the Unreal
I happened upon this amazing man. Henry Darger. Who wrote a 15,000 page novel about seven beautiful little girls. The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What is known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinnian War Storm,...