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What am I doing here?
Good Question.

I'm here for a few reasons.

First: it seems a waste to let things float around in my head without writing them down.

I think there's huge value in creation. I believe it's the meaning of life—it's the goal of God/the universe. Make new stuff, do new things. I see it like this: the universe itself is this insane four(plus?)-dimensional work of art that is somehow painting new content on itself every day. And I'm one of its brushes. And if I just let my own special paint dry out without adding it to the canvas, I'm wasting the paint.

So, I invested $20/year in this little canvas of my own to give myself an outlet for whatever random things float into my head. Now at least it exists as part of this giant universal-collage.

Second: (which I can leverage the same metaphor to articulate) is that by not putting down the ideas that float around in my head—by not using the paint—they end up festering.

Weird, negative thoughts gain more weight. Things I'm trying to mull over confuse the shit out of me.

So now I'm trying to write more of them down—trying to use more of the paint—simply to get some of them out of my head and onto the page where I can start to make sense of them. While I do hope I'm creating some form of art, I also need this as an outlet for my own sanity's sake.

With all that said: what can you expect from this? I have no idea. I have some short stories floating around up here, some poems, some philosophies, some personal confessional things. I'm just going to put them down and sort them out later.

Enjoy!