Thursday, April 8, 2010
My nose grows longer every night.
For years, I’ve been going inside children’s bedrooms, sharing bedtime stories to send them to their dreams. They fall asleep happily, and I am paid considerably.
At night, I tell myself my own bedtime stories to send me to my dreams. In my stories, I am an engineer, a meteorologist, a fireman. In my stories, I am happy. In my stories, everything is the way it should be.
But make believe is hard to believe.
Sometimes, they call us storytellers lie-tellers.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Happy Post #2:
Monday, October 19, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
The aftermath is always the hardest part.
There is always a third option.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Don’t dream it’s over. Or: Don’t dream. It’s over.
The protagonist then arrives at a major hurdle wherein he begins to question the goal he set out for himself at the beginning of our story. With everything taken from him, the protagonist probes deeper into his problem, and sometimes, with the aid of an important person or object, experiences catharsis and reflection over what has happened and what he has to do. He gathers strength from this and arrives at another point of decision on whether or not he should continue to reach for his goal.1
I’ve always wanted to teach film. It’s the story of my life.
1Even if he decides to pursue it, the protagonist does not always win.
I’ve always wanted to teach film. It’s the story of my life.
1Even if he decides to pursue it, the protagonist does not always win.
The pattern will form me.
I celebrated by wearing a souvenir t-shirt.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Why nature won't take its course (I'm tired of this season)
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