it feels good to have a real job. havent actually seen the money for it yet but yeah. 9-5 and all that.
i forgot how good i was at throwin a frisbee….. i kinda dont know what im doin with myself right now. just kinda doin.
i couldnt remember what it was like
two headed boy, she is all you could need. she will feed you tomatoes and radio wires and retire to sheets safe and clean… but dont hate her, when she gets up to leave
Two-headed boy - neutral milk hotel
I cant wait to get the fuck out of this school, have a car again, step on grass… Ill finally be around people that fucking get me. I will do something i love. Something for a theatre. Thats all i want to do… Theatres the only thing that makes sense to me. More sense than friends. Theyll do something unexpected and fuck with your mind. Theatre can do that too, but on a stage thats beautiful. Its goddamn beautiful. Its the only thing i find beautiful that doesnt fuck me over. Just knowing that i had some small part to play in that beauty give me strength and wtvr…
I can trust theatre. Not to say i dont trust a lot of people or things, but theatres the only one thats never let me down. Shitty day, theres a show for that. On top of the world, theres a show for that. Dont know what the fuck youre doing with your life, theres a show for that. Love and loose, theres a show for that….
I lost a lot of things in the past few months, or rather, a lot of things have different meanings, and i cant do them anymore. Or wtvr. Certain cars make me jump for gods sake. Im a different person even… But im not too sure what that entails.
I do know a few things though. I know about beauty and love. Theatre opened my eyes to them more than any person i know. I let those two things overwhelm me and apparently thats makes life harder to live, but regardless of how many times that leaves me vulnerable i still feel a sense of integrity. Integrity because i know that the beauty i see is real and the love that i give is Honest. At the end of the day i only find myself longing for these things, for you cant really hold “theatre”. You can be part of it, but it wont love you back like a person will. Well I’ve yet to find a person like that. But it opens your eyes. I like to think my eyes are open.
If you read this im impressed.
What has happened to all my things? Have they become lost in some dark drawer, or do they still adorn the walls? Are they time machines leading back to grand times, or pages torn from a history book? Where am i?
the human body is so beautiful. it can move with elegance and strength and emotion and tenderness. it is resilient and strong. Every part is impressively complex. the body entices us with its curves, and intrigues us by its motion. The body never ceases to amaze.
the dancers know this better than most. through their movement they become more than just bones and muscles. they become beauty. the kind of beauty that cannot be caught, that cannot be stifled, that cannot be diminished.
man has forever attempted to capture that beauty through his paintings, sculptures, and photographs. He searches for that beauty in the world around him. in the wind that blows through the trees, and the water that crashes on the beaches. he constantly reaches out to touch it, for just one second, but it escapes his grasp like whispers of smoke.
the masters have paid homage to the beauty through their plays and poems and stories. it is a topic that never gets old. It excites our very souls in such a way that they can never be calmed.
Nothing is as beautiful as the human body.
