Sometimes art just straight up dies in ur face. seriously. all of this toil under the sun and whatnot, it’s all worthless.
why are we here? and why do we do what we do? day in and day out. huh? HUH?
art does not last forever, even in the digital world. images may live on, but the older they get, the more distanced from the truth they become.
images may live on, but the older they get, the more distanced from the truth they become
…that’s profound. BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT.
the point is that art dies and it’s sad. and hurtful. and just…UGH. !+!&^%$#!+!&^%$#!+!&^%$#!+!&^%$#!+!&^%$#!+!&^%$#!+!&^%$#
I know i’m mortal. I mean, like, i’m not an idiot. but as a kid sometimes you don’t reaaaaaaallllllllly realize that you’re mortal. and then one day something u make just straight up dies in ur face and it hits u that you won’t live forever and neither will any of your contributions to society. I’m having a day like that. or, u know, like a month really.
so…like…what is the point of art and really doing anything? if it’s just going to hurt so much once it ends. huh?
I read Ecclesiastes once. but I stopped midway because it was long and depressing or something. I really don’t know how it ends…