In two recentdiaries I have been experimenting with photo placement in order to learn by doing. This is a third installment in this experiment.
Out of fairness and kindness, I wish to inform you that this diary may annoy you. Possibly as badly as “experimental theatre” may annoy you.
So please be warned. This diary is an act of creative expression, meant to convey anxiety, not advocate for it. It is not meant as an argument.
I wrote the following in my journal, just to wipe the anxious froth off my mind, and I decided to play around with it and see if I could use images from the library to punctuate the piece.
Turn it into something “expressive.” Obviously something that pretentious may annoy you.
Like a Christopher Cross song that exists between the moon and New York City, this piece exists between a rant and terrible, terrible poetry.
Still, and my point is, it will annoy you equally as much as any Christopher Cross song. Please, therefore, guard yourself appropriately.
Remember: Some Christopher Cross songs cannot be unheard.
This post, reflecting my journal entry, is merely meant to express anxieties and fear in raw form, fears related to survival, adaptation to the ongoing churn of technological and societal change, and it is an irrational expression, an in medias res glimpse of the abyss I often feel.
It’s like “The Scream,” a pure expression of fear, not meant to advocate for anything, not to push for despair, or advocate optimism. You may or may not relate. You may or may not wish to scream yourself.
But there’s a poll! A poll in which you can express your annoyance!
So, please:
Feel free to skip directly to the poll at any time and express your annoyance with this lousy, “experimental” piece of photo-diary testing claptrap and trash that some of you, like moths to flame, are apparently still quite possibly about to find yourself reading….