“You constantly revile me with your singular lack of vision. Be aware, there is an essential truth and beauty in all things. From the death throes of a speared gazelle to the damaged smile of a freeway homeless. But that does not mean that the invisibility of something implies its lack of being. Though simpleton babies foolishly believe the person before them vanishes when they cover their eyes during a hateful game of peek-a-boo, this is a fallacy. And so it is that the unseen dusty build up that accumulates behind the DVD shelves in the rumpus room exists also. This is unacceptable.”—
It hurts the soul, after attempting to express pure excitement for life after a life-defining moment, when nobody cares.
Is it because they understand but just don’t care? Or is it because they’re oblivious to what exactly life-defining moments mean to someone? Either way, how don’t these people relate to it in any capacity? I feel sad for them being so shallow and sad for me not deepening their souls.
When I come back from Texas, I’m going to buy a scanner. I’m going to make prints. I’m going to put them up for sale. And I’m going to make a habit of looking for a great studio apartment to explode with excitement.