I’ve been thinking to myself
you should talk about the things that you enjoy consuming, you despicable capitalist dog.
So here we are
Albums, movies, shows (the last of which are worth your time only in moderation – I know it’s the same time quantity of time either way but yes don’t binge ’tis hardly preferable),
and anything else!
blech i hate these articles
ok forget it I don’t want to
Master of None is definitely worth your time tho
watch it if you’d like
It’s a treat
Things like master of none, my week with marilyn (film), call me by your name (film),
that sort of visual cinematography
It’s incredible to me
aesthetic has quickly become my favorite part of film
Ok so obviously I need to stop planning things
Because it ruins me
freedom – I forget so quickly, and for as long as an initial revelation must gestate, many times more must it dress its wounds of neglect prior to divining back ’round again in second, convicting realization.
So I do I abandon the ideas I have recorded
– cause those are everywhere man –
notated and left, tucked away for future work?
In lieu of novel ones to be received in some opportune time at which they might inspire less utter contempt for the skill of my output and, speaking honestly, and art & purpose themselves?
You know I don’t have nearly enough traffic for wordpress to put ads here but I actually thought maybe someday it could happen naturally
But I’m not even sure if i’d recommend my articles to the traffic which passes thru already
egh writing something planned
something with form
It’s just so discouraging
it sucks the energy out every aspect of my life
in the same instant that I indulge it
I wouldn’t put my words on my list of things that are worth your time
not these certainly
Perhaps I’m seeing the best of Aziz
his best is quite good – master of none is an excellent show and, unlike most shows, not a waste of your time (beauty, discussion of ideas, charm, arrangement & storytelling, humor, etc. it’s good)
I assure you
You are not seeing my best in this article
My best isn’t mine
creativity puzzles , and you’re reading my attempt to puzzle out my art and my emotions and the thing itself attempting to mediate between them
perchance a divine touch
though not at all a divine reverie
a jumping child, eh