The Beauty Inside

They say it’s what’s on the inside that counts. It’s kind of hard to count when no one can see your insides.”

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Plug In

Plug In

Step inside my mind palace
Stroll to the seat of my vision
Watch scenes flicker by
Plastered to the backs of my eyes
Things I’ve never done
See what I see
Dream what I dream
Plug into me

(If only I could spell “please” right. Sorry, right eye, old pal).

Technology

I

My eyes roll open, it’s a new day. New possibilities in store, new ideas to come. There’s something scratching at the back of my brain. Nagging at me. Addiction. How could the first thing I want when I wake up be to waste away on the computer? There’s a vast, beautiful world out there, and the first thing I want is to plug into virtual reality and simply sit for hours on end.

II

The sun beats down on my pale skin, caressing me. Finally, outside. I lay there, grass scratching at the small of my back. A gentle breeze kisses my face. That’s when it happens. Of course that’s when it happens. I see it, unbelievable. I see the most extraordinary thing in the near distance. I sit up. I feel it; the urge, the addiction. I need to photograph this, film it, something. Only, I’ve forgotten my camera. A punch to my needy gut. I can’t even relax without a hint of craving for technology.

III

My knuckles rap on the plain door. My friends invited me over. Typically, when asked to hang out, I imagine people go out to do lovely things. My friends like to stay inside, do the same thing each time kind of thing, which I am okay with. Anyway, my friends are all waiting for me when I get in. It’s cold inside. The artificial chill nips at the back of my neck and reaches my toes. I tell them to pick out a movie (standard routine) while I go grab a blanket. I make my way down the hallway and pick out the fluffiest blanket with a big tiger printed on it, my favorite. I head back to the living room, blanket in hand. They’ve already started a movie and I notice they all have colorful, chunky somethings resting in their hands. I see lights flickering from their little screens throughout the movie. Oh, phones. They don’t even acknowledge, or maybe they just don’t notice, the remarks I make during the movie. They each appear to have molded a sort of strong, physical connection between their hands and their phones. It appears unreal to them to detach from technology while merely watching a movie.

Technology on technology on technology.

“Alright, so that was interesting. Actually, I rather enjoyed that a lot. I’m not much of a writer, but I thought I’d try something new out. Free writing isn’t so bad. This subject has been kind of nagging at me for a while; the constant addiction to technology we’ve all grown. So I thought I’d give it a go to make up these stories on how I feel about it. Ohh, this love/hate relationship with technology kills me. Constantly wanting to smash my computer into tiny, little pieces, only to realize that I can’t possibly get anything done without it. How do you feel about technology nowadays?” ∞ △ Ever Fawkes

~ Intro ~

Hello there. I’m new, and, well, I’m not really sure what I’m going to do with this quite yet. I’ve just always wanted to have a blog of my own; a small aspiration, I suppose. Well, as I stated in my lame excuse for a bio, I am an artist, cinematographer, photographer, vegetarian, blah blah blah, all that jazz. I fancy the idea of crushing all of that into one place; for simplicity purposes. I expect this is what can be seen on this blog in the future:

a.) My artwork

b.) My Photography

c.) My YouTube videos

d.) Vegetarian/Vegan recipes

e.) Possibly some vents

Like this:

No, no, I’m joking.

Sometimes I just need to vent out my feelings.

That’s it for me,

Ever Fawkes