muse

i don't really know why i keep writing this same story over and over. i suppose it seems narcissistic, writing the same woman's death over and over from different points of view.

it's not. honestly, it's just an exercise in character creation. each iteration, you see another person, get to know him, understand little bits of his personality and life, until for a moment, you know him.

what i suppose is ironic is that this woman will never know these men. she's just not that kind of girl. sure, she cares about people, suicidal people distance themselves from others. they don't want you to know them or miss them. they just want to disappear and let the world breathe easier without them.

returning to the void.

do you think that would really be so bad?

why is it that every time evil shows up in art, it is represented and foreshadowed and wrapped up in darkness?

who decided that the light was benevolent?

i'm not saying i'm out to change that meme, don't misunderstand. all i am doing is painting realistic pictures in monochrome. shades of gray, representing the universe.

shade.

shade --n. 1. the comparative darkness caused by the interception or screening of rays of light from an object, place, or area. --n. 2. a place or an area of comparative darkness, as one sheltered from the sun. --n. 3. a shadow. shades -- n. 1. a reminder of something: shades of the Inquisition. --n. 2. a secluded or obscure place: He was living in the shades.

kinda funny, i totally screwed up this idea once. i wrote a cycle of poems i called Shade, but each poem was another color, and a commentary on life.

shade, tint, saturation, gamma, f-stop.

ways to represent reality with subtle lies.

isn't that what art is? in all its forms?

"for now we see, but in a crappy, fragmented mirror, obscurely."