dedicated to regina phalange
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Things suck. And sometimes, some things suck more than
others. Also, more often than not, there are multiple things that suck at one
time. But if one thing in life is certain, it is not taxes or death, it is that
things suck. I'm watching Midnight in Paris
and the main character’s wife is slagging off his desire to become a novelist;
and I think that sucks. Let him live his life, he clearly is not satisfied with
writing scripts and feels like his calling is novels. A writer like him found
inspiration from meeting his dead literary heroes and, although that is not a
way we can all find inspiration, I feel that it is a good way to get something
in your head that you can’t get rid of until you put pen to paper. I think there
are similarities on this side of the cinema screen. Why do people buy magazines and zines and
concert tickets? Yes, to see an artist or read an article, but also to find
inspiration of, not necessarily a topic of conversation, but to develop a
style. And this style is something that each of us possesses and until you find
it you just need to keep looking. One day, maybe while you're buttering your
toast or contemplating closing your textbook on you head, you’ll realise what you're
meant to do.
The same guy also found that living in Paris gave him
inspiration. Although, unable to test the theory properly, I feel like there is
probably some truth to this. I thoroughly enjoy going out and just leaving the
house (or even my bed on a bad day) provides something to talk about. Because,
whatever it is, something’s going to happen to you that day and even if it may
be severely unexciting, there may be a funny note pinned up on the notice
board, or an extra large piece of carrot cake hidden under the cling film in
the corner of the tray. When I'm feeling particularly optimistic I try to keep
in mind that every day can lead to an adventure because you never quite know what's
going to happen in the next 18 hours, but sometimes I think watching 3 films in
one sitting is just as acceptable. Your setting may not always dictate how
exciting your writing is or how colourful your drawing is, but as I grow up and
travel about a bit (PARIS 2K15), my views on this may change.
Being surrounded by interesting people rather than just
delicate flowers or a dirt trail that provide the perfect backdrop to that picture of you r feet, is something that I
find endless inspiration from. You can make art about observations of people
around you as you grow older and get new friends, from going on a night out, to
passing someone in the teal corridors of your college. On occasion I even find
something to think about (or rant about) from my twitter feed so, when the
older generation slag off my iPhone I take it quite personally. Do you have any
idea how hard it is to build up 24,000 tweets or keep in contact with your
friends instantly? When you're in each other’s pockets every day for 7 years;
is it any shock that we want to retain contact?! But that’s content for an
economics essay on the generation divide. Friends (such as the aforementioned regina
phalange) are the best people to be around. I feel that, in addition to the
m&m’s and the postcards, you can build up a very detailed picture of them
all and it’s something I think we all do naturally but is still very unique to
us all – and it’s the best way to see the world. There is no one else I’d share
my collapsing journal with.
Sometimes you may even get brow beaten into writing a
blogpost, but that’s not so bad – you may even write a good one. The fact that
someone wants to see what you do is a complement in itself. And I am honestly
so grateful that I couldn’t begin to put it into words if I tried.
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