Though I want to make this blog mostly about my art, it is quite difficult to completely leave out personal feelings and happenings, because thats really the root of art and fiction. Or is fiction the root of art. Whats that saying? Life imitates art? Anyway, the point of this entry isn't really about anything in particular, just the thoughts that have been circling around this vacuum of summer.
I just finished this book, The Wind Up Bird Chronicle by. Its basically about what we percieve as reality and what it becomes once all logic and explanation have been abolished. It really struck a chord because instead of spouting all this matrix-y mumbo jumbo it sticks to only the nameless. The Diseases people carry inside are nameless, there are bad people but the author never goes as far as to call them evil, relationships are left unfinished and un persued. The character literally has less than seven people whom he talks to and the rest of the world gets pushed to the wayside. But that doesn't matter so much, because those few people in turn connect him to people in the past and future. People he has never met are able to become almost like aquaintances or even close friends (and enemies). He is then driven to save his run-away wife Kumiko and wait for her, but he is only really able to achieve this by staying within his bubble of a world.
On a not so completely unrelated note I've also been thinking about the human heart. Not really the organ (which is really cool, for example did you know that the individual cells of a heart beat themselvese?) but more our capacity to love another human being. I think we easily love people when we're little. Because our world is still small we really value those around us and when we break apart from each other it hurts a whole lot because our world is literally breaking apart! Like do you remember when one of your friends moved away in grade school? IT WAS DEVASTATING!!! You would then exchange those funny best friend necklaces haha remember those?
Naturally we tend to seek out better people and things to love, its almost like a never ending cycle of humansitic consumerism. This leads to indescision and the breaking of ties for greener pastures. But at what point should we stop looking? And should we ever stop looking? People now have the means to be whoever they want, to live wherever they want, travel wherever. It's such a tantalizing and tempting option to just continue to be in transit and never quite reach the goal. But to actually build a tie between two people, not necessarily a sexual laison but just a friendship, one has to willingly come to a standstill and block out whatever could interfere.
Which we don't always want to do, so then we again break those ties, move on and make another. In doing that storybook love becomes useless doesn't it? Whats the use of building something when it is considered so replaceable and chuckable?
Why are these entries always such downers? Lets see, today was really great because I had a bitchin italian soda, oh yeah ;)