No triangle I've ever met is perfectly equilateral

Oh sure, it all works well in theory. A perfectly equilateral has sides of the exact same length and all internal angles are 80 degrees. But have you ever tried the damn thing in real life? One angle argues with another, and they try to get as far away from each other as possible. Now look what the hell you're left with! An ISOSCELES triangle! What the smeggin' darn bleemin' is so good about an isosceles triangle? Well... I'm sure there's something, it's just I was asleep through that maths lesson...

But that whole rant was attempting to express my whole disgust with the way most things are in life. Most of the time, one thing is perfect, or near to it, and the rest are absolutely stuffed. You try and fix the things which are absolutely stuffed, only to turn around and see the perfect now making it's way sorrowfully to the midline. Or something like that.

In summary, you fix one side of the triangle up, the others sides go out of wonk, just like when you try to balance a pencil on your nose and have a conversation at the same time.

Once again I'm off on a rant, but it's better to be on a rant than to be in a coffin, or worse, be the wood of a coffin. What a depressing thing it would be for a tree. It spends its whole life growing up, dreaming of being an elaborate carving on a marble staircase or a meticulously detailed table, when all of the sudden its chopped down and turned into a smeggin' coffin! No-one ever looks at a coffin, and they're always crying if they do, and then, when that part's all over, the damn things buried, never to retrieved again...

Ok, it looks like every time I notice I'm in a real rant and attempt to stop, I just keep going... Most things are like that though, for the same reason why there has to be an orange light before a red one at intersections, some daft idiot takes a while to get through his head he has to stop.

Well, I guess I was trying to be a little creative, but this is turning more rant out than rave. I'm not sure if that's a problem, and I sure as hell don't want to find out!

Some days, some days...

Some days you find yourself wandering if all the good in the world is already in use, and whether you're clinging to the scraps. Or at least that's how I feel.
It may not be reflective, creative, or even true, but it's pretty much how I feel. There are some days when I've had about all I can put up with, and I think this is one of them...

My eyes burn as I type this, my neck wears for sleep, and my mind is all but lost in a blind hope of rest. I really don't know what I want, I just know that I don't want to fall asleep feeling so unfulfilled, left without any story...
I still chase after illusions, illusions of a possible grandeur, a spot in the world, but that's fading fast. As soon as I ponder upon it, another side of my brain already comes up with a counter argument. It's horrible sometimes... My mind works against itself, every decision I make. While yes, it's good most of the time, makes me appear responsible, forward-looking, it's just so strenuous. I don't want to have to think like that. I just want to go out, live the moment, not the future. That's the major problem, if you live the future, that's the thing, the future never gets here...

Bang! Anyway...

Perspective
Making multiple attempts at perspective recently, just another piece of the so called puzzle I need for art. It's horrible though, I don't know whether I am actually progressing! It's not like music, where you learn dominant 7th chords and you can immediately start using them, it's much more subtle that that... You study and work on X, but until Y and Z are done, you aren't going to see any change... Zip... Zero... Nada...

But hey, I'll still keep going. Cuz that's me, clinging on to a non-existent future... At least I do it with a smile! =)

Music
So much work, so little time. I have to work on a huge repertoire list for an upcoming gig... I have serious doubts on how ready it will be, but meh, I just have to try...

Imagination
Its been a little lost lately... No surprisingly imaginative ideas sprawling to life, just slow dreary babble. Whatever it is however, it won't be fixed by the same thinking that got me the problem in the first place (thanks Einstein!)
I plan on doing a lot more sketching and writing... That's what I usually do though... Maybe I should look at some photography pages, like the one a while back with a guy snapping all these abandoned houses and trains.

Farethewell, I hope better luck than this night's...