If you find this statement offensive or inappropriate, sincerely fuck right off. There is no place for you in this conversation and your voice is not welcome.
I have a psychological horror-thriller story that's been in the works for over a year now, and all I have to show for it is one and a half chapters out of nine. I've been waiting to write the whole thing before I publish it, but I feel a little guilty not having published anything in awhile. So, I have a question:
Or maybe you are the tumbleweed, bouncing from place to place, spreading your ideas.
Perhaps this picture represents freedom, the openness of wide spaces and the beauty of unspoiled nature.
Are you the road, stretching from behind the viewer into the distant future, carrying friends past a stretch of desolation?
I know where I'd be. I'd be in the dust devil. Standing in the middle of pristine beauty, under a perfect sky, yet in the middle of a storm, and unable to see anything but dirt.
What does this represent?
A sense of barrenness, the lack of productivity?
You're in an empty place?
Does it represent your love life?
Or maybe you are the tumbleweed, bouncing from place to place, spreading your ideas.
Perhaps this picture represents freedom, the openness of wide spaces and the beauty of unspoiled nature.
Are you the road, stretching from behind the viewer into the distant future, carrying friends past a stretch of desolation?
I know where I'd be. I'd be in the dust devil. Standing in the middle of pristine beauty, under a perfect sky, yet in the middle of a storm, and unable to see anything but dirt.
Cue voice-over by Sam Elliot.
Beautiful.
3589263 Daz Soo Deep.
No chains will keep me from my destination / And far flung are my footsteps on this earth