Hi Everyone! It’s me, Pineapple.
I’ve been on this whirlwind of excitement ever since finishing a little game called Life Is Strange.
What sort of significance does a game like this have for an artist? Allow me to explain.
If you don’t know anything about the video game, I would hate to be the one to spoil it for you; therefore, I’m not going to. What you need to know about the game is that it is heavily tied to the life and mind of a photographer (because the main character is one!) So as I was playing it, I was thinking a lot about my own practice.
Things have certainly changed for me as a photographer. Ever since graduating, I haven’t really been working on “art” so to speak. There are no real projects that I’m currently working on. However, that does not mean that I haven’t been continuously taking photographs.
It’s me, Carlos. Boy, the summer of 2017 has been quite a impactful one hasn’t it? In fact, it’s been so filled with memories that you’re having trouble writing this post, huh? Well, don’t fret. Baby steps. Just take this one thing at a time.
You know, last summer was one filled with work on work on work. You were slaving. Heh, but not this summer. You spent your summer doing the opposite, not working. Spending your days cooped up inside your parents’ house, in your childhood room, has been both a blessing and curse.
You’ve made a lot of memories in that room. And this summer, it just seems like you really embraced laziness. You managed to play through all of your video games—Murdered: Soul Suspect, The Last of Us, Okami, Life Is Strange, Watch Dogs, Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance, Metal Gear Solid V, and Thief (all of which have brought hours of joy, fright, frustration, etc.)
Hey Wonderful Listeners…
I’ve been thinking about something lately. It has to do directly with my life and one of the reasons I started this blog. I think my sense of life documentation is changing.
Anyone who has stuck around for a long time knows that when I originally started this blog, it was sort of like a buffet of different things; however, everything presented had at least one thing in common: it erupted as a direct response to my life and what was happening in it.
Somehow along the way, I decided that making note of my own life would be a good thing. It would allow me to revisit my past at my own leisure, and it would be filled with lots of information. In fact, I thought it would be a good idea to record every single day of my life (and I did for a while.)
It’s currently 3:24AM where I am. Of course, because my sleep pattern has been thrown off as of late, I’m falling asleep at decent times yet waking up in them middle of the night unable to go back to sleep.
Well, tonight I found myself thinking about a number of things. I thought mostly about what I’m going to do to keep myself entertained (you know, something to fill up my time with meaning.) I woke up yesterday and I felt like nothing important really happened. I just kind of drifted through the day, like a ghost.
After it reached 1AM and I found myself unable to sleep, the house quieted, and my night-light on so as not to consume vast amounts of electricity and wake anyone else in the house, I started letting my mind wander.
So… it’s Sunday. And even though it’s 1:17AM, I’ve somehow found myself at my laptop stringing together words on this blogging platform. Well, I’d like to come and say something rather small and then I’ll be on my way.
I’m at a loss for words. Ever since moving back in with my parents, I feel a bit weird. I feel, well, weird! I don’t know how to explain it very well. Perhaps, it has something to do with my position as a person in the household.
I mean, since I’m a recent college graduate (whoop!), I’ve been thinking about a lot of things. My life dynamic has shifted greatly, and rather quickly at that in such a small amount of time. Only ten days ago, I received my diploma, and now, I feel like a lost child again. (To be fair, I never quite stopped feeling that way.)