- Me: But I have about fifty books at home I haven't read, there's no reason for me to buy these.
- My brain: Okay, but consider this: more books.
success has nothing to do with getting things right the first time. success is past the try again valley.
Irene Lee, Girl Detective
A short film which follows Irene Lee, a 7-year-old girl detective, who sets out to solve the Case of the Missing Mysteries one boring Saturday afternoon.
Written & Directed by Yulin Kuang
Grace Lee as Irene
Sean Persaud as The Narrator
This was pretty much my crack attempt at directing an elementary school edition of Pushing Daisies. I hope you enjoy it, I’d love to hear your thoughts!
I approve of this.
I’ve broken out of the ‘I’m just looking’ into the ‘I wanna do stuff’ phase. but I’m probably not quite there yet. because I still expect incentives for doing things to come from outside.
for instance, I was supposed to work in the past weeks, but due to stupid bureaucratic circumstances, that didn’t happen (yet). so now, I’m slowly losing speed. the situation is not as flaccid as it could be, but still tending towards inertia.
if I really wanted to do stuff, I wouldn’t let the absence of outside motivation stop me, right?
so I’m feeling generally unsatisfacted (yes. unsatisfacted). I want to do stuff. I want to give my time a bit more meaning. a bit more direction than just this floating along with whatever life streams together.
that would be relatively easy if I just wanted one thing - or even several things that aligned consistently. but I (like most people I know) want contradictory things: besides wanting to do things, I also want to do nothing and let life take care of itself while I tune out of bothering and into my latest book.
it’s a matter of priority really. and honesty. and work. and there’s no easy way around that last one in particular.
that’s the whole point of it I suppose.
a time of (un)expected mourning. mornings out of breath. feet hitting the ground. running. from what? to where? goals of efficiency perodically drowned in tides of lonely.
(un)expected sobbing. for the hurt of others. probably my own. actually.
the rest of the world seems removed. or maybe I have inadvertedly removed myself from the world. poor planning. like a signpost spinning madly. much like a weather vane in stormy times.
distance stretches ties.
I put you there myself. I don’t know how to get rid of you. start walking? steps eating away at you.
right now everything I want seems as reachable as the horizon.
So dearest devil’s advocates: speak for yourself, not for the “devil.” Teach yourself. Consider that people have been advocating for your cause for centuries, so take a seat. It’s our time to be heard.An open letter to privileged people who play devil’s advocate (via brutereason)
read me rambling.
leave a trace of your passage?
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