[SEEN HERE GAZING LOVINGLY
AT A DONUT JUST OUT OF FRAME...]
THINGS ARE PERFECT, EXCEPT WHEN THEY'RE NOT...
Well, here we are happily dancing on the raggedy edge of d.i.y. creative enlightenment.
Some days you feel like a Casey Neistat sailing high across the cyber-seas, some sort of digital pirate/ninja hybrid becoming the toast of Instagram before brunch.
But, on other days, your fence hopping, graffiti hunting photo adventures leave you with holes in your pants and a gaping lack of likes on your Instagram feed.
IT'S ALL GOING GREAT, UNTIL IT ISN'T...
Look at you Mr. Fancy Pants, Mr. Motion Graphics Creator, Mr. Video Editor and Producer, Mr. Emmy Award Winner, you’re so vain I bet you thought this bio was about you (wait, isn’t it?). Now, look at you starting to despair at the transient nature of inspiration, falling deep, deep, deeper into depression, into fears about the future of yourself, of your country, of the wild menagerie of glorious star children the straight, the gay, the black, white, yellow and all the others that should be filling the stars of the flag with a billion new facets instead of being made to be afraid to claim it as their own.
Now look at you getting angry, now look at you turning the rage into motion, the motion into creation. Write, write, write, dream, dream, dream a better world, it’s almost complete, almost a thing, what kind of a thing? A play, a movie, no, a novel? You’ve always been a writer but now you can no longer afford the fear of inaction. The book becomes everything, The Abstract Kingdom is waiting.
IT'S ALL SMOKE AND MIRRORS...
So you wrote a book and you'll write another one and you'll go on and on creating new things. All in the hope of hope, all for an invisible desire less tangible than smoke and harder to see clearly than a fun house mirror. The faith of an atheist is the faith in a faith not of something above but of something right here, the faith in people, the faith that what we do matters.
It's all smoke and mirrors but it's what we've got.
I'll take it.