the damnable gaze of the sun
There's nothing new under the sun, or so I've been told. This is the burden of my generation, that it's all been done before. Everything now created stands in comparison to some greater work, some story already told. We are at the peak of civilization. Before we can have any revolutionary poets or generationally definative artist something has to give. I'm waiting for the fall. The new thing under the sun awaits the old's destruction. The renaissance begins in the scattered dementia of clustered marketing compaigns and debris of inovation for the sake of profit. As it stands now, the amass of media that conglomerates into unused clutters of "infortainment" distills the juvenation of would-be inspired youths; it deadens the senses that no longer long for inspiration, leaving in it's wake the nearest relative of a damnable sentiment, if I ever cared: It's already been done so what's your angle? Cause it better be hip and clever to fool the critics into thinking it's something new. We're not the dis-illusioned youth of america. We're too dis-interested for dis-illusionment afterall. Perhaps dis-illused.
Where to now?
Well, I'm finished with the editing of "and san fernando". Me and my friend Jordan spent the good part of two weeks in a studio basement putting it together. It's been fun. The completion of that project brings about change and transition once again. I left L.A. yesterday. Ill be staying in Tucson with my brother for a few days and then I have to figure out where I go from there. I'm broke...not broken, and thinking of living in Austin, Texas for some reason.
