High Efficiency

Today i wrote a script and drew the storyboard for it. I am on a friggin roll today. I attribute it to the coffee I was able to have today, after being without it for far too long. Go Go Caffeine Addiction!

I fell in love with a girl, and she got shot in the streets of her hometown. We grew up together, played together and laughed together even when it wasn't acceptable for a boy and a girl of our ages to be spending time together. She fell awkwardly, like her body had forgotten how to stand. Two hours ago, we ate ice cream under a ledge, hiding from the rain. I kissed her and tasted mint chip. There's a bit of blood running out of her mouth now. Two years ago, when we were still in school, she found a rabbit at the side of the road with a little bit of blood running out of its mouth. I picked it up in my coat and carried it down the road, and all the while she was talking to it, softly telling it that it would be okay, telling it not to be scared, that she would help it. Even through my coat, I could feel its heart slow down and stop. She cried for this little rabbit that she'd never known about until a few minutes ago. I cried for it too. That was the only time I'd ever cried for an animal. Now I can feel her heart slowing down through her jacket, but I'm not crying. I'm not crying because she's not dead. I'm screaming and trying to stop the blood and praying for the first time in twenty years that the only person I loved doesn't die tonight. Her blood burns my rain-numbed hands like acid. We watched Fight Club when we were young and impressionable and found ourselves some lye. There's a scar shaped like her lips on the back of my hand. Maybe I'm imagining things, but her blood seems to burn hottest there. It's our last kiss. After that, her slow heart stops, and I can cry.

Things I've noticed while catching up on Heroes

- So. Many. Blondes.
- Arthur Petrelli keeps his Pimp Hand strong.
- Peter needs to watch some more pro wrestling so he can learn to take people out with a chair.
- Arthur also has the power of Mindfuck. Not like Matt's mindfuck ability, but he'll still fuck with your head something fierce.
- Everyone is connected to everyone else, huh? I'm calling shenanigans on this.
- It's always about goddamn Claire, isn't it?
- Sylar kills all the pretty girls.
- The writers have no friggin clue how genetics or astronomy works.

Groucho Marx

A while ago, I wrote something about the necessity of a person to be damaged to be creative. It was about wto paragraphs, and it made a lot of metaphors towards fire and such. Today, I realized that many years before i was born, Groucho Marx said exactly the same thing, but much more simply.

"Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light. "


Some geniuses, you can never hope to exceed.

Hello 3 AM

Entropy is the most beautiful thing in the world. I love dirty streets and broken windows and dusty hallways. I love the inevitable decay and chaos of the universe. Nothing stays perfect. Art gets grimy, statues crumble, words get mistranslated. We can't stop it. Everything humanity does is futile in the face of entropy. Why bother? What's the point of building, of creating? In the long run, at the end of it all, everything just crumbles away and is forgotten.

How can this destruction be beautiful? Why do I say that the collapse of beauty is beautiful?

Because it gives us purpose. We should create BECAUSE our creations won't last. If we all gave up, if nobody created anything beautiful, then there wouldn't be any more beauty in the world. Entropy makes us create, by destroying everything we make. So we have to fight entropy. So that our children can live in a world at least as beautiful as the one we grew up in, we do what we can to make it beautiful. We sing, we write and paint and draw. We take pictures to preserve a beautiful moment. We film a story so that it lasts. Entropy is what we struggle against. The decay is what makes us keep going. We keep moving forward to keep ahead of the end just a little longer, so that we can make just a little more beauty for the world. Without destruction there would be no creation. Without ugliness there would be nothing beautiful. I'm going to keep running ahead of entropy, doing all I can to slow it down, so the ugliness of the world stays away for a bit longer.