Haunting Shadows

Many funs were had at the Puyallup Fair! Hello my dear friend! We meet again! But at the same time you've never left my pocket in the first place, phone. I just haven't written things using your writing things apps. It's been an unproductively productive ten months since we've talked last, and for that I apologise. Stuff got in the way. It tends to do that. Well, onwards and outwards we go in the exploration of the shadows! Today we are returning to the shadow roots. No more insane photograph dumps this time. Those got old fast. Those burnt me out and got me out of the habit of blogging real words and coherent thoughts. It was during the times when I was absolutely undecided and immature, heading in all the wrong directions and doing all the wrong things, and suspecting nothing of it. Those were the days, when we were yound and so very stupid, says a young and still a stupid and such an unexperienced person. We'll see how things go on. I hope all is well, m...

The previous shadows still on my phone's home screen, still haunting. "Haunting Shadows 02/07," the tile reads. I tap the purple square that represents my blog, and am greeted by a long list of things, most of which make no sense to anyone but me, and most of which aren't really fun to read. The square has become my go to for notes, for that book title I needed to memorize, that random idea I had to record, the email address I had to contact. It became boring and mundane, and full to the brim of 7 months straight of random chatter, so I'll post things which were best of the best of the blog. Actual completed thoughts, comprised of sentences, while avoiding the dry and boring facts that the page is littered with. Ill begin at the most recent, and move to the earliest of posts... Let us begun with the most recent short idea I had had. An idea had after deciding to no longer create films. A short idea dropping into my brain with great force and causing a splash,...

     So I've decided to destroy absolutely everything that I had going for me in life, and once more slam down on the good old reset button. I've decided to suddenly grow up, and leave the childish, unfortunately unnecessary, and unfortunately elusive comfort of my film school, because of the sudden realization I had about it's only task. All it ever did, was give me the illusion of protection, it presented me with a thin veil which guarded my daily habits, the routines and notions formed in the simple and glorious days of my childhood. It kept on trying to drilling into my mind the notion that I will always succeed, and more importantly that I NEEDED it more than anything to do so, to get a job, and to seamlessly transition into yet another set of habits, but in my head, that kind of thinking is far from right.      Me and the good old reset button go a long way back. I first encountered it in seventh grade, when I had to lose my friends, my ...