I'm now finding a strange cache of writings and prose I did in what I'm assuming was a somewhat unconscious state. Sleepwriting? A somnambulant rambler with a flair for the poetic and obtusely rhythmic phrasing? This must be the best kind of somnambulation. I've come to the conclusion that it's my soul, escaping my body, devoid of judgment and imposition from outside forces and just....walking around a little. Telling me a little bit about me that I'm just too human to see.
I'm actually really glad I feel like no one reads this blog. This is the kind of slightly public diary any chronically introverted individual could dream of, ever. It's the idea that I can be honest to an invisible listener, and that listener may or may not even exist. After all, it is a fear of the concrete that the introvert has. This is the best because I'm talking to a wall...a person without eyes. Eyes can judge. Within this sentiment lies the truth that the internet and my sketchpad, they are my best friends. In fact, all of these admittances rest as proof to my theory of art, the internet and the introvert. Our internet-based culture is, in ways, birthing this strange breed of introverts parading as extroverts. An artist is (mostly) walled within his or her own mind. Confined in the mind is the root of extreme introversion. A level of brain functioning that differs from what is termed "the norm" is embarrassed and confined within itself.
In this way, this walling-in of an extremely active mind, is born the need for alternate forms of expression, that differ from conventional interaction and exchanges of speech among fellow human beings. Enter art. Enter the internet. Enter this alter-ego, that exists within these alternate forms of expression, that is not, in fact, a lie; it is just a facet of an extremely complex being. This is why an artist is an artist; there is something inside, that cannot be expressed with speech. Words fail...they fail miserably. Words can describe, but a feeling is comprised of multiple entities. One form of expression is never enough to suffice.
Sleep-writing, sleepwalking, daydreaming, drawing, pretty sounds, ugly sounds, delusions, illusions, reality vs. the imagined, microcosms and macrocosms, dying, living, peace in death, peace in living, extremism, idealism, cynicism, (all the isms), past pain, future gain, mega-sad, super-happy, beautiful brain, ugly thoughts, fiction as fact, dreams vs. alternate existence, love the myth, hate the myth, existence the reality.
You
Me
We
just
EXIST
- Katelyn
I'm actually really glad I feel like no one reads this blog. This is the kind of slightly public diary any chronically introverted individual could dream of, ever. It's the idea that I can be honest to an invisible listener, and that listener may or may not even exist. After all, it is a fear of the concrete that the introvert has. This is the best because I'm talking to a wall...a person without eyes. Eyes can judge. Within this sentiment lies the truth that the internet and my sketchpad, they are my best friends. In fact, all of these admittances rest as proof to my theory of art, the internet and the introvert. Our internet-based culture is, in ways, birthing this strange breed of introverts parading as extroverts. An artist is (mostly) walled within his or her own mind. Confined in the mind is the root of extreme introversion. A level of brain functioning that differs from what is termed "the norm" is embarrassed and confined within itself.
In this way, this walling-in of an extremely active mind, is born the need for alternate forms of expression, that differ from conventional interaction and exchanges of speech among fellow human beings. Enter art. Enter the internet. Enter this alter-ego, that exists within these alternate forms of expression, that is not, in fact, a lie; it is just a facet of an extremely complex being. This is why an artist is an artist; there is something inside, that cannot be expressed with speech. Words fail...they fail miserably. Words can describe, but a feeling is comprised of multiple entities. One form of expression is never enough to suffice.
Sleep-writing, sleepwalking, daydreaming, drawing, pretty sounds, ugly sounds, delusions, illusions, reality vs. the imagined, microcosms and macrocosms, dying, living, peace in death, peace in living, extremism, idealism, cynicism, (all the isms), past pain, future gain, mega-sad, super-happy, beautiful brain, ugly thoughts, fiction as fact, dreams vs. alternate existence, love the myth, hate the myth, existence the reality.
You
Me
We
just
EXIST
- Katelyn
2 comments:
Will you please post something from your strange cache of writings? After all no one reads this blog--we sleepread it.
perhaps i will. and all of the sleepreaders can indulge in it, and forget it upon waking. keep an eye out!
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