Sunday, February 28, 2010
Bathtub
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Stories
Sometimes, stories about things that never happen, or only happen to a handful of people in the world – they get a bit over told. Stories about wizards and vampires and alter-universes, people with supernatural powers, kings, queens, - all very interesting, but when you close the book, they’re not really there, and they’re not coming back to help you.
What about stories about people. I don’t like stories about outcasts either; I feel they get a bit preachy, and you walk around feeling horrible about every weakness in someone that you’ve ever abused. As true as it may be, and even if the problem should be addressed, I don’t like reading stories that open my eyes to world problems.
Stories about people, they show how people don’t understand, come to understand, or maybe never understand. It’s okay to never understand. It’s what differentiates between heroes, and life. But even if people never understand, they change. Time has it’s affect on people, and watching them be changed by time is something I like to see in a story. I appreciate equality between weak characters and strong characters. People who succeed at everything except the one, quirky weak point, and then it’s that which either makes them or brings them down. I love that feature that defines them, and the people who celebrate just as much as they struggle.
One of the things that messes stories up, is perspective. There are too many perspectives and not one even can be passed – or even taken in – by the human mind, without the corruption of perspective. The corruption of perspective is everywhere, but it, along with misunderstandings, is what makes stories go on. Makes them interesting. It pulls apart from the “given truth”, usually presented by the narrator, and draws attention to the many “potential truths” which could or could not be “given truths” depending on whom you talk to. When “given truth” and potential truth” clash, there we have action.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Paths
Friday, February 12, 2010
Fragile
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sleeping
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Numb
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
1/28/2010
Nonexistent echoes
Of empty words
What do I see
Power gone
But ego is strong
Wake up one day
and cry
Still Breathing
In and out of dreams
Can't change a thing
Passing days
Just for the sake of
Killing time