My hand feels as if it's going to fall off. I've strained my right hand so often from refusing to type my thoughts. Somehow they feel much more everlasting and impressionable when written rather than typed. Similar to a CD or vinyl versus an mp3. CD's and vinyls have the implication of creation by hands, personal touch, rather than machine. Pictures drawn to paper, appealing to all the senses, the visual album artwork, the fresh smell of printed and glossed paper as you carefully slide the cover from its container. While on the other hand, the audible sensory implication of an mp3 is as easily satisfied by the click of a button, and it recedes just the same.
I've been writing a list of concepts and ideas of a possible production. Production of what shall remain unnamed. For some reason, saying or disclosing its identity aloud feels as if I was pitching the idea for some sort of common approval. Which I assume at some point in time people some must deny, but it's not nearly due for the strength of rejection. By "it," why certainly I mean, I.
There are so many things ahead of me. Things consisting of years, goals, maturity, people etc. For now, I need to keep my focus on school and manage a short-term oriented plan that can be accomplished. The plan needs to work like the Brownian Movement, and I find it humorous that the molecular theory gives me motivation and hope that the happening of greater things are soon to occur. Start small, go big.
Now, all I have to do is maintain this attitude.
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