plank

i used to watch ed, edd and eddy a lot as a kid and one character that really stuck to me was plank

plank had no practical purpose, he was essentially a block of wood given meaning to by jonny

but for jonny, plank was his best friend and confidante; someone he could trust completely and who would hear him out, be there for him regardless

plank was willed into being a friend; some might call it an unhealthy coping mechanism to deal with loneliness

but

i wish i had a plank growing up;

i wouldn’t turn out the way i did

closet

look at this dumbass closet; doesn’t close fully, creaks every time you try to open it, is structurally collapsing yet somehow holding its shit together with so much inside of it that never really sees the light of day;

this dumbass closet is not a schematic representation of my human emotions and yet, i relate more to it than i do to you

i have my misgivings, i know they can overwhelm you; just the way when i open my closet, everything gushes out in a heap of garbled garments and medicinal ointments, so do my feelings when they’re let out of their proverbial coupe

i get attached easily, i know; my closet needs to get dusted for a full day before receiving a solid week’s worth of craftsmanship to restore it to a presentable condition; me personally, way more

i guess, i am writing to you because i sorta want out of this closet

but i don’t know how to

get out

on isolation

aspiring artists should always appreciate and capture the beauty the manifests in isolation;

most social experiences, in my opinion, leave us with a false sense of contentment; true contentment can only be found through thorough introspection of all aspects of the self and that is optimum when one is isolated

a slacker in the corner of the classroom, a lone person in an apartment can create more artistic magic than one would give them credit for because they’ve been able to transcend that level of social experiences and isolate their craft from their lives

a question that I have been asking myself recently is- what is true art? is it a burst of creativity that gets immortalised because of its spontaneous and ingenious nature? or does it have a solid foundation; built through steady effort and perseverance?

it’s a bit of both, really, a burst of creativity followed by perseverance; all, in isolation, pays off as something truly seminal