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Waxing Pathetic

Summary:

I watched the dead poets society, and wrote a lil smth based off my feelings about it.

So that means this is one part vent, one part me projecting, and one part sounding my yawp. Good day.

Notes:

With the encroaching of GenAI into the arts now and probably in the future, I can’t help but think that we as a people are forgetting what it means to be human. (Would that be the logical end of a place that devalues humanity and passion in favor of shallow consumption and production? Absolutely, lmao)

SO WRITE THAT IMPERFECT FANFICTION BITCHES! BE MESSY! BE UNFORGETTABLE! BE HUMAN!!!!
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, BE HUMAN!!!!!!! CARPE DIEM

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Work Text:

Some may be doctors or engineers. Such things are well to do, and necessary for survival. But the arts, and the passion- those are necessary to live. It is a terrible thing, when your time comes to die, and you realize you have never truly lived at all. Sometimes I wonder if I have lived, or simply played the part necessary to survive. On occasion I fear the poet in me died a long, long time ago, suffocated by my own hand and the relentless need to be accepted. I don’t want to leave this earth without life in me. Rather I have discovered I want to leave Earth pouring my life out, onto page or canvas or stage. Maybe that is what makes us human. That desperate need to shout across the rooftops, ‘I am here. Don’t forget me.’ Maybe that is the reason we were put here. To be something unforgettable.

Notes:

*tears streaming down my face* my life is SUNSHINE and RAINBOWS and i AM NOT AWARE of what is HAPPENING to the things I LOVE to CREATE in the present day. NO SIRREE.