I'm getting really tired of being confused. Maybe there are too many options? Maybe there are too few obvious ones. I can't tell. The whole situation is a little troubling. Bitter, disillusioned, disheartened, (maybe I should've said disgusted to get the triple alliteration). My dreams don't seem to have been what they seemed... After putting it that way it sounds rather obvious. But in the end, the specifics don't really matter I guess. I just want to create and learn magnificent things. I want to show people wonders. I suppose that's doable in many forms. I just hope that I can recover that spark I once had. That driving, blind determinedness that I used to have. The fervor and ferocity I held onto even when things seemed hopeless. It's not that things seem hopeless now, but they are not quite
hopeful.
I must learn how to paint with glass. This feels like a path with potential. It's at least a path of
discovery.
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Elliptical Proof, Micheal Glancy 2009 |