Sunday, January 2, 2011

50 Posts; A New Year; An Old Curse

So in the year 2011, I find myself no better equipped to deal with the issues that I struggle with, no better endowed with prodigious work ethic nor understanding of myself or others.

I've found recently that I'm fading into the characters I read and write. The lines blur; you become someone who doesn't even exist, without even realizing it. And then you realize that all that exists are characters and authors, authors whom fall just as deep into their characters as anyone else. I'm sure I'm not the first to feel this way, nor will I be the last.

I pity the next.

All the fades and re-writes...I am authoring my own downfall with every elegiac excogitation of Julian. Am I being swallowed by him, or he by me?