I just finished watching a movie and was feeling relatively melancholic, so after stumbling around for something to do, i decided to try and write down some ideas for a new work project i’ve recently had. anyway, i was looking trough one of the various boxes in my room and came across my old journal. this thing is approaching 6-7 years of age now, and not even half full 😉 so i start to write. writing is becoming so difficult, and soo slow, let alone the total unlegable’ness of the whole ordeal. and i guess here i am.
although, i do feel that there is a difference in writing on paper and on-line. maby the words come out different depending on the medium you are expressing them, like my brain has to type as I’m thinking so that must affect my thoughts right? so like with hand writing is it more natural? i guess not, well it doesn’t feel more natural. maby that’s why art is so different on different mediums. like how people can be so great at one form but unable to transition to others. hrm.. that is an odd thought. that our expressions effect the expressed.
anyway, was only writing so that i could start writing again, getting the ball rolling if you will allow me the use of a terribly archaic and very boring metaphor.
seeking reality 