petr-esposito
oh bloody ek, it's not something that i am fond off, because i can never enact it. With much of my experiences now i want the achievement to be instant, i want the result to be instant, and the montage, especially the Hollywood montage gives a sense of the immediate, that it can happen as easy as a 3 minutes hard effort and there you are...massive abs, a law degree, the beautiful girl, the dream house, the war won. Alas, it's never as easy a montage.
My life is a collage. At least in my head it is. I think of snap shots of things, moments, little anecdotes that give me a glimmer of hope, a small smile, or a questionable longing, a desire for something i didn't know i wanted. The collage in my head is forever changing, forever manipulated by the outside world, and the thing i love most about my collage is that is exactly that. Mine.
I've worked for the homeless, well i say worked for them, in actuality, they worked for me. It was a design project where i heartlessly tried to make an intervention that would 'save' the unsaveable by making a place, a home, a sanctuary for them to succeed. Alas, i wish i would do more, but laziness and selfishness prevails and i do little more than stare at the dejected and warn faces that amass on London streets. My contribution to the homeless is little more than a design project, left to rot on paper.
i have already written about sisterhood today so not too sure why i am writing about it again. never mind, i suppose i could go into the deep dark depths of the sisterhood conundrum, but i know nothing of the subject as i am of the brotherhood fraternity. Alas, that is all i have on that.