Streams of Consciousness

College was great because I discovered Franz Kafka. Such a hipster thing to say.

Anyway, it’s like a trip. I wish I was the old me, calm and fearless, but now I’m full of fear. But there is still courage nonetheless, hence why courage is acting in the face of fear; is what I tell myself.

Everything is Kafkaesque, as they say. The politics are always there, but a higher awareness of these details creates even more confusion. It’s this understanding that leads me into a state of paralysis. Or is it not the ability to move, more so the fear of moving?

It’s like a game that is constantly lost, and the few wins that are won are just victories fleeting.

Like a poor NBA franchise.

Or just a bad season?

I’m more than my music, as I am more than my writing, as I am more than what I capture on camera. I am the sum of all those things, but I am equally independent from them.

What’s the value of human life in the face of everything futile and fleeting?

We are simply making nice things in the face of fear. Maybe this is just fine. Maybe this is needed.

TL;DR I need to share creative things more often.