a view from here

2002-05-24 [ 01:29 am ]
I've got nothing horribly revolutionary to say. Nor evolutionary, even.

I feel as if I have strayed far from what was the original purpose of this site. But, whatever. That's growth for you. pimpHAT: unspoiled by progress.

A lot of things have come and gone by the wayside on this site. Plywood Pete still lives here, however, he no longer comes out as my updates become more solemn. Pete is not a man who takes life so seriously. Pete is not preoccupied with images, placements and figures.

Moreover, ky2k is retired. I even watched Pump Up The Volume tonight, and rewound with only minimal inspiration.

My creativity is allegorically staggering home, and passing out on a couch somewhere. Hopefully to awake the next morning experienced and alive, and to have not choked on its own vomit.

I have been reading a journal of a man who seems to be a little like me. I'm witholding the link on purpose. He writes everyday what is called his "morning pages": three freeform pages of his original writing every morning, without exception.

I think I might try this, maybe just maybe. Though not necessarily in the morning, since I have a tenuous relationship with the AM.

Last night I had dreams that I was playing Ultima. When I dream of video games, there is nothing else in my dream. Just the screen, and it is my world. I was in Ultima, and I was the beginning avatar. I loved it. Because in my own little crazy2k way, I am on my Quest Of The Avatar.

This morning I wished my world was Atari, and dictated by virtue, and not law or standard.

photo by: kam2k