I have been busy, I have been suffering. I have been drowning in too many dehumanising experiences and I need art to bring me back to life.
Part of me had a fear. Fear that if I wrote about what I love and loathe then I’ll never know if someone truly like me for me. Maybe they’ve just Googled me and sussed out my aesthetic and film preferences. Just when I think I’ve met some dreamy guy or new best friend who likes poetry and has read the same books as me and has the same literary tastes as me it’ll turn out to be nothing but an illusion: a mirage of a mutuality. The insta-struggle is real.
I’m back to satisfy my own curiosity and just share and praise all the wonderful art out there created by so many creative minds who exhibit their talents though screenplays, recordings, paintings; an array of mediums. I want to be in love with life again. I need art like I need God. The two are interchangeable. They are both sources of oxygen.
I can’t believe I’ve been away from this blog for soooo long.
I am back. Sporadically. Inconsistently.
But I am back and ready to share and connect with you all and maybe even make friends.
Not having people around me to talk about the films and books I like, reminds me I just need to share it to the world like I did before; because hiding away as I have done only limits my chance for the connection I crave.