Okay so I’m working almost full time and I’m taking 4 classes and I’m starting a creative project and I’m getting a little overwhelmed by it all and I’m very tired and I want to sleep but I have stuff to do. This is the first time I’ve experienced something like this. I feel like I should start stressing out or panicking.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
So I’m trying to be responsible and be productive and get my shit done, but the other day I opted to drink mai tais instead of starting on my essay and I drove home with the taste of rum and cigarettes lingering on my tongue at 5 am and it didn’t make me feel any better but I just wanted to have more human experiences, if that makes sense, and I just bull shitted a 4 page essay analyzing a poem by Adrienne Rich and I don’t want to do homework I want to make stuff and be inspired but I have class tomorrow at 9 and I’m tired.
"When you leave the theater wanting to discuss the play, that’s a good play. When you leave the theater wanting to discuss your life and the world, that’s art."
I love the concept of humming. It’s like two or more things vibrating gently against each other. It’s the low hum of crickets on a summer night, the hum of an airplane traveling farther away, the slow churning of people in the morning. Cause in the end, we’re nothing but a bunch of molecules, looking for someone who’s vibration can stand against our own without crumbling apart from the tremors and the aftershock.