Thursday, March 31, 2011

To Emerge Victorious

This is a journal entry from a story:

"Fear is an interesting thing. So is courage. Many times in my life I have seen and heard stories of bravery. They always seem so grand. So larger than life. The dashing knight off to rescue the fair maiden against all odds. The fearless warrior who faces powerful enemies and certain death to save the world.

"If this is what courage means, then I do not possess it, for I am afraid.

"As I look into the dark reaches of the tunnel we must enter, where death certainly awaits us, my entire body freezes up. As I prepare to enter, I wish for nothing more than to close my eyes, and open them again to find that it was all a terrible dream. No, I am not fearless. I wish I could turn and run. That I could abandon the world to its fate, and hide away until it is over. I’d like to, but I can not. In I must go. To return again? Perhaps. Or not. I will not know until it is over. So, despite my fear, I enter the realm of nightmares.

"And it comes to me now that this is what courage truly is. Courage is not fearlessness. Those who are fearless have no need of courage. Rather, courage is being completely terrified of what must be done, and having the strength to do it anyway."

Friday, March 25, 2011

My Mattress is Breathing

It’s definitely out to get me. My mattress, that is. I’m sure it swallowed the person before me. Mattresses are like anacondas, you know. Once they eat, it takes a long while before they need to again. They digest things ever so slowly, and hardly move while they do.

That’s how I know it’s after me. It’s been moving. Rumbling. Seeming remarkably empty. I’ve been waiting for the day that it just snaps me up. I wonder what they did with the last girl’s stuff. Mine will be a pain to move, if it gets me.
Sure, they might seem all innocent. They’re great at luring you into a false sense of security. But even the safe ones still need to eat. Those socks that go missing? And the way the blankets seem to gradually disappear? That’s no accident.

In the beginning

Why did I start a new blog? Especially when my other one is still up, running, and perfectly valid.

Because I could?

Because I wanted a somewhat more anonymous place to express my slightly embarrassing and very hidden artistic side?

Because this picture of the steampunk clock is pretty much the coolest thing I've seen all week?

Because I wanted a new blog design without giving up my galaxy?

Because I wanted to make an attempt at a somewhat more logical, organized, and consistent blog?

Probably all of the above. The world may never know.