I want to break things. I want to leap out of bed shouting from a part of my soul that is silent. I want to shatter glass, punch through plaster, tear down the walls. I want to run screaming through the night like I’ve never been alive. I want to shatter the tangible darkness, rip away the pieces and let the light in. I want to live.
Originality is dead. In recent years, very few things produced by the media have been original. Every new and novel idea that’s ever existed has been used, re-used, re-hashed, flipped upside down, flipped right-side up, reinvented, mirrored, and flat-out imitated. Media entertainment is an ever-cooking stew, and we’ve run out of ingredients. I, for one, refuse to resort to using...
moderateclimates: The world is quiet here. Lemony Snicket