Existential Crap

[mrwillis]

I’m sitting on the edge of a cliff, feet dangling. Out in front of me is an expanse, the desert, the prairie, the ocean it doesn’t matter. It’s fucking big and faraway. Its enormity in its emptiness weighs on me like a wet sack. I sit on this mountain the only obstruction in this clear smooth surface of existence. It’s a really big mountain. Have

Comments

[doppmonster]

I would like to see the images in your head. I bet they'd be all psychadelic-warped-looking-like. And I bet it wouldn't count as true understanding.

You use words well. Don't underestimate that. They're equally as imperfect as images and they convey a different angle.

art is an angle. experience is all the angles at once. and i like what you have to say about time.

[brkenchair]

what yer phone number?

[sandiabear]

I always read what you write.

[chriscraigcomin]

We're all standing next to the ocean and we're all very small. If you want to make your words more like pictures, just write more. I can see myself, with you on the cliff, with my feet dangling, but it's more like looking at a picture drawn by an adolescent than a full-fledged and mature artist. That probably sounds pretentious, but recognize that words are a new thing for you. If you fill out the description and use some of that newfound vocaubulary, it is conceivable that your words could become a true piece of art. I'm happy to see all of this, even if it's just for my own selfish reasons. I think if you're looking for something new, you might just find it in words. You're good at pictures, but as you so aptly pointed out, I can't see the pictures in your head, you have to describe them to me.

[snlt2]

hey,
this is rebecca. pisarski. (or rachel.) it's so interesting that i read your journal when you were writing about this, because we've had so many conversations about how you think in the past month or so.
i hope you're doing well. it's been good to see you lately.
i think we should be friends.
i leave boston tomorrow, isnt that insane? im a little confused about it. i hope things are good for you, and robin, and i hope booger's balls are huge. i keep remembering how he wouldnt let me get past him into the bathroom and i keep laughing at myself for being intimidated by a rat.
anyway, it's too bad i cant see you before i leave. i'll call you in december?
=)