"Sure. I make my face look like this, then the concerned words come out."

[wolven7]

The Art of Noise - [Moments in Love]--- Wrote this, to my dad, in reply to his reply, to my email, to him. Felt appropriate.

'I try to keep paper, and pen with me, at all times, but i've fallen out of the habit of sketching... Fallenout of drawing, in general, recently, trth be told. It bothers me some, but my creative outlets seem so forced.

'I'm tired of a "Post-Modern" attitude of "It's all been done before, so let's just pull from that," and i want to make something new. Something that, though part of the matrix of Done Things™, still catalyses into something that makes people Stop, stare, and question. Something with a purpose, but enough depth and layering, and interconnections, to mean something to anyone.

'It's difficult to remember that my time is mine, as you said, and it's hard to simply let it Be, when and what it wants to be. I know that no one can fully know anyone else, but i fined the attempt a worthy thing. The understanding, from a perspective, and through a filter, to be something worth something. I try that, places. Journals. Online. Stories. Whatever.

'Grad school does, indeed, look promising. Here's hoping.

'Later,

'D'

Comments

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

Not sure if this sounds depressed or what....*hugs* I guess it's a good place of understanding to be, though.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Neither was i, really. That's why it seemed appropriate. And yeah. a good place of understanding.

*Hugs*