From the book “Everything is its own reward” by Paul Madonna
In hard times, beauty can seem frivolous – but take it away, and all you’re left with – is hard times.
All the places we went.
things we did.
At one point I tried to arrange them,
construct some sort of narrative.
I was looking to find sense in what happened,
fully believing I could.
The days passed slowly, while they years flew by.
Leave a little emptiness
for when what you’re waiting for
Right now I’m so damn happy. And I’ve been alive long enough to know it’s all so damn fleeting.
Everything is its own reward.
I kept meeting people that claimed to be artists but never made anything. Always the same excuses: time, money, space. So I decided I’d use only supplies that fit in my backpack. I could draw and write anywhere, anytime, so if I didn’t, I’d be to blame.
In this episode, Michael attempts to construct a time machine to escape debt and dinner party obligations.
He said the only things he regretted was having not written down all the excuses people had given him for not doing whatever it was they had said they would do. “Priceless insights! With them, I could’ve held a mirror to the world”
The portions of his brain not used to imagine her in compromising positions
“What? I didn’t say anything.” “You didn’t have to, you’re saying it in my head.”
He was like a shark of conversation – if he stopped talking he would die.
Words spoken then forgotten
turn up again like tiny shards of glass
from broken bowls
hidden in the rug missed by the vacuum
pierce your toes in the early hours of the morning
as you wander the hall
wondering why it is you can’t sleep
There had been a confrontation followed by a cooling off period. Memories became distorted, imaginings of what could have happened grew exaggerated. It’s what happened in absence, and the longer it went on, the greater the crash that would come from giving it another try. It was like trying to correct your posture. You know that you slouch, so you straighten your back and vow to forever sit up right, only to find a moment later, you’re hunched over again.
It despairs her to know that the world is not flat. That if she sailed off one shore, she would hit another. That she can’t just keep … going.
Sometimes I pack a bag and just walk around the neighborhood.
You were starting to have second thoughts about all the friends who complimented you on being self-deprecating.
There will always be someone who walks into the middle of the street then curses at the cars that have to screech to a halt to avoid hitting them.
They change the definitions of words you believed in slowly, so that what you ended up fighting for was the opposite of what you wanted.
Freedom to act outside the rules is no protection against doing so.
and in my head, I go.
What about those thoughts that say you can do
I am not an industry
I’ve found my hand, but not my voice.
I’ve begun to make my name, but not my fortune.
All my offerings of beauty are little more than decoration
If through them my demons are not set free.
What are you looking to get? To give? What will help you feel closer to whatever it is you feel far from?
It takes perpetual work to keep life simple. There are ways of being that I could return to, but they’d result in little but trouble.
“I think that’s the first thing to rule people out, whether they’d still do it if there was no money.””Reality doesn’t have to be like that.”
“Reality doesn’t have to be like that.”
There are so many things I can do – so I don’t do any.
We want something to tell us how to live (that doesn’t mean we’ll listen)
Are you really sorry, or is that just what you tell people when you can’t tell them the truth?
Revisit old themes
Does the smell of the air today remind you of another time? Inhale through your nose. And the next time a day like this comes around you’ll be transported back to now.
“All this wondering why,” she says. “It’s a pain. Makes you think you’re doing something important, that you’re smart or covering all your bases, when all it does is spin you in ever darkening circles. I’m convinced that why is no longer the question – or the answer. Maybe I’m just progressing through interrogatives, but at this point, the question I’m asking is, how?”
How do you get smarter faster?
How can you know what you don’t know?
I walk around – Touching everything I love once.
Changing because you were caught doesn’t make you honest
Changing because you were forced to confess and now live under watchful eyes doesn’t make you fixed.
Change because you can’t live being who you are – and change alone.
No matter which direction you choose, in 5 years you’ll be happy you did.
We were talking about how you can’t make decisions out of fear, or potential discomfort. That if you do, you don’t really ever go back.
There is a fine line between inconvenience and hardship
In what country do you live? What home?
You got older, and things happened (all windows of the cars on you street got smashed out)
Rich said he felt better after a friend told him, “Everyone has a box for problems in their heads, and no matter what’s going on in your life, the box will always be full.” It made me feel better too – so I’m passing it on.
Trying to turn the disillusionment into cash
All weird camera angles – And no story
I listened to the news of the world too early and so the rest of the morning I walked around feeling that everything was bad. Then through a store window I saw a book of drawings I just had to have. They made me happy so I bought them. Out on the sidewalk I realized that the only thing I can do about the state of how people have to live is offer what I can, whatever I have to offer, and go from there.