Chapter 3. Revealing
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Maybe I should reveal some of my ideas and intentions I have behind all of this.

I don't expect to be understood here, maybe even anywhere. But especially here. This is not the place for this kind of writing, I don't know yet where is, but I am hoping what matters is what we write and why, more than the constraints and ramifications. They should not define the content.

When I write something, it is firstly to convey the feelings. Don't stick to the logic, search for meaning or hidden messages. You can find them anywhere, most of them won't be here by my some particular intention. If you do, which is not really a bad thing, don't blame me for what you found in case you don't like it. There's beauty in all of it too.

Ok, let's trash it down a bit. Let's litter, let's up the heat. Make it melt, make it transform.

So we have a writer, writing about writing about writing about writing... Very funny. Very original.

It is a pretentious, arrogant, narcissistic, rude, stupid, ignorant, poser, timid, pathetic but handsome writer. Or not even a writer, just a person who decided to write one day.

What can happen? This writer can become an icon, a beacon in these dark times. Who will shine light for those lost in the darkness and mist of illusions. Fill hollow living shells with golden light of knowledge and wisdom. Move hearts by pressing buttons on a dirty keyboard. Get accepted and understood by everyone. Get praised for his pure brilliance and genius. Get rich from endless donations and then what? It doesn't matter, because:

What will happen? This "writer" will be shat on by every possible poser here. Every written passage, sentence will be criticized for its lacking vocabulary, poor grammar, poor choice of words. Lack of context, lack of story, lack of drama, lack of thrill, lack of substance. Offensive language, inability to meet the writer's own expectations. All talk, no action, nothing of value. All tease, but no please.

Who am I kidding, who is even going to read this? Even the criticisms I can think of are weak. Nah, they can be worse. They will be condescending, dehumanizing, belittling. My inner child will be exposed and get its ass slapped for trying to act like a grownup. Nice try "inner child," as if I am not the child and have something more than this.

Anyway, what potential do we have for a story with such a character. I know what kind. This character will have a story of misery, failure across all life. Always lost, without ever managing to find any peace of mind.

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