The future. Be it lightyears away or the Near. There is a future, even death becomes a future. It is perceptive, idealogical. It is imagination and creation. It is factual and definitive. Everyone sees their future, one that they imagine. To each his own. A mind paints the possibility of its future, a future where he or she wishes to be in. Anxieties set in. The possibility extends from what they hope to happen to what they hope to avoid. How many birthdays? How many generations? Fate; the bringer of reality. Reality is Truth. Fate is the Truth; and while many look for the Truth, many forget the Fate.
~ an extract from my writing
Rewatched an American Derrida documentary (2002) that I first studied during the last three weeks of school a year ago. Brings me back so much memories, as well as the purpose of this little ‘project’ that I began (also a year ago). Thank you, my friend, for being one of the biggest supporters for this ‘project’.
In every fiction I read,
I’m always looking for a brooding,
slightly maniacal man.
Túrin son of Húrin
Faramir son of Denethor
So far these books have written the best fictional men I have ever read. (Ernst Toller isn’t a fictional character, however, he’s as real as it gets. The novel was interwoven with fictional parts)(and Faramir isn’t exactly a wholly brooding man I mean he can be serious and stern but he’s a lovingly warming man who does not wish to look for a Queen but still you know he’s on my list leave me alone ok)