Eve of Something

The words don’t work like they once did. The voices of comedy and tragedy have morphed into imagery and set to pixel and paint, awry from the ways of the pen. These days, language seems burdensome. Talking takes too much precious time.

A picture tells a thousand words, and generates a thousand times more clicks. I am more productive and efficient and dynamic as a visual artist. My statements and sentiments are more vibrant, my creations frantic and powerful. Where pentameter was once my passion, I now find paint more thrilling.

I have become a sucky creative writer, and a woefully ineffective blogger.

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