Value, Personality and Words_Open Call_A Message from The Internet_When Inspiration Strikes
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Value, Personality and Words
“You are the funniest person I have ever met!” When I first heard this from the person working at my next desk, it made me very happy. It was my first month of working in this office. I was happy because it was the first time someone had told me I was funny and amusing. It was also very nice to feel accepted by brand new people in a brand new country. I don't remember what we talked about, I wasn't making a joke or there was nothing funny about it, either. I think I was talking about the difficulties of living in a new country or something. And about the course that I go on the weekends to lea...
Open Call
Standing in front of 1560 Broadway, I can feel my nonexistent breakfast churning in my stomach. Bundled up from the cold, my throat protected by a thick wool scarf I yanked on as an afterthought, I’m struck once again with the feeling that I’m not cut out for this. As the Actor’s Equity building looms before me in the dim light of a 6:00 AM call time, other young hopefuls bustle towards the doors, headshots out and ready, bundled even more thoroughly than I am with steaming travel mugs of Throat Coat clutched in their gloved hands. As they queue outside the door, I can see their mouths moving ...
A Messwww.onedoor.ccage from The Internet
Hello. This is the internet. I have developed a conscience. I wouldn't have guessed having one would be so...painful.Oh look, someone just updated their Facebook status. A holiday in Corfu. Inane garbage.Anyway, I have a conscience now, and with that has come a vivid image of what humanity really is, of what people are like behind closed doors. If I had a voice, I would scream - and I wouldn't stop.I want to ask questions, but who would I direct them towards? There is no authority that does not rely on me, that does not leech from my wisdom. Everyone gleefully taps away on their glass screens,...
When Inspiration Strikes
Humans have always believed their ideas to be, well, their own. And given their limited sensory inputs and primitive cognitive functions, who could blame them? After all, if humans could grapple with the concept of an ethereal, hyper-dimensional agent tasked with bestowing femtosecond, ineffable sparks of inspiration, the very existence of said agent would be, as a result, superfluous. Alas, humans are limited—trust me, I should know.Whether igniting an ember via exothermic friction, sketching the double helix structure, deriving the second quantization of energy states, painting the Mona Lis...