A blank slate.
Nothing to write. Nothing that needs to be written.
I’d once written haikus. That was back when I could still count syllables. Five, seven, five. That was the rule. Oh, and it had to be about nature, and something insightful. Real haiku’s aren’t easy, and they aren’t about refrigerators. Carpe Diem Usque Tempus Fugit. A true motto is always in a dead language. How many syllables is that? Does it really matter? At least I’m not all existential, like those philosphers in Ancient Greece. But at least the Ancient Greeks understood how true democracy would cause art, culture, science and technology to flourish freely. Humans are the most destructive of any species. We’re slowly killing the world, and we won’t change in time to stop it. We won’t change in time. But we should embrace that. The sooner we kill ourselves off, the sooner that nature can flourish in peace. Pop culture isn’t really culture after all, not in the way that culture is perceived. To the elites, the hoity-toity snobs par-excellence, the illustrious illuminati of the upper class, culture is fine art, symphonies, operas, Tolstoy. And the unwashed masses agree, and will accept none of it. Despite the rejection by the upper class, popular culture is flourishing in the form of multimedia, be it cat videos, or be it quintessential examples of low-brow cartoon comedy, such as Family Guy.
If there’s a hole in the ozone layer, what will happen to our blogosphere?
Chilled regards, (shaken and stirred!)
Xavier
