I like to think of myself as creative. Maybe sometimes think artistic. It’s creative thinking. I have done things, achieved great heights, produced something to be proud of; in my mind. The harsh truth: it’s too much work to make it real. Art without working is an empty place. It doesn’t exist. Outside my mind […]
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Waiting
I’m listening to tunes. Pulsating beats. Supposedly designed to aid study. Thought, I hope. Or maybe just memorize. The wavelengths are linked to my mind. Sound. I wait for my turn in a race. A video game. I’ve driven thousands of kilometers on virtual asphalt. My study has been drifting with a Xbox controller. I’ve […]
