I must be fine, my heart is still beating

So I finally started a real blog.

Not a facebook note or a myspace post (which has been... a very long time)

I'll talk about what I like.

Primal things.

Mundane things.

The contemporary cave painting, the mystical and the transient and the ancient.

Music, art, love (lack thereof) and such. A protected space. I don't know that I want many to know about this. We'll see.

Its always nice to have corners of the internet where you can just talk about whatever you want.

And I'm listening to Bright Eyes who I have recently switched from hating to loving because of a certain Amy.

I'm listing to Haligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh. And The Calendar Hung Itself.

I think the world is too full of harsh things for a mild romantic like me to hold onto my optimism anymore.

I want to take pictures of people by the train tracks. Where the world seems to have stopped and culture has moved past. The ruins of industrialization.

We focus on countries outside of ours because we can address their issues (or so we think) better then ours. We are moving forward, we are current, unlike other countries that are behind. By this I mean a philosophical movement driven by a consumeristic culture. How can we make something mundane important, powerful, and potent in a culture where no one even understand the fact that culture is a human construct.

The paintings in caves have sat and the old prophets have died and now the young have to find a way to keep them going.

We must pick up our rock and stick and paint again.