Love is more thicker than forget, more thinner than recall. More seldom than a wave is wet, more frequent than to fall. It is less mad and moonily and less it shall unbe than all the sea which is deeper than the sea. Love is less always than to win. Less never than alive. Less bigger than the least begin. Less littler than forgive. It is most sane and sunnily and more it can not die than all the sky which only is higher than the sky. - e.e cummings
So many nights spent staring at this endless darkness.
In wonder of the scent you carry now.
Has your skin changed into a softer silk I’ve never touched.
Are your eyes deeper than the sea I Iost my mind in once before.
Does your hair flow with the winds I once walked within.
Have I felt those same winds that have brushed across your soul and have never known.
The expanse of lands and new hearts that separate us.
Yet will never know the indelible imprint you’ve left on this canvas.
In the universe that may never exist, the thought of you is eternally on my lips.
James Kirk falls in the sea. Ice cold salt water burns his eyes and stings his skin, he’s falling, deeper, deeper. The sea is an endless expanse of black ice. He doesn’t know how long he’s been falling, weighed down with heavy coats and tired limbs, he can barely see the faint moonlight above the water. He closes his eyes, tired, the piercing cold has been reduced to numb ache all over his body.
Something grabs him, then, hoisting him up from his underarms. They’re going up, fast, faster, almost there-
Kirk gasps and splutters, finally being able to breath. The cold air stings his skin and it feels as though his lungs will never be full enough.
He’s still being held up by whoever saved him, Kirk turns around as best he can to look at the person, to thank them for saving his life, his brain slowly caching up to the situation. He could have died. He would have died if it weren’t for this person.
“Thank you- thank you so much, I-” Kirk feels the air leave his lungs again when his eyes adjust to what little light there is. The person who’d saved him -if it was a person- had pale green skin, pointed ears and curved eyebrows. “Oh god-” Kirk tries to push himself away only to swallow a mouthful of water as he sinks back under.
The person pulls him back up, Kirk grips their arms tightly. He’s terrified, if he lets go he drowns if he stays whoever this is could very well kill him.
“What- who are you?” He asks. He’s still so, so cold, and talking, thinking, even breathing is difficult.
The person raises one perfectly angled eyebrow, “My name is Spock.”
Let’s talk Cole. Entertainment is seen as a pinnacle profession. Everyone wants in, and it’s preached as the most ideal lifestyle in the western world. An entertainment occupation is one of the only kind capable of bringing a family from the lowest to the highest class of society within a single generation. Promoted to bring financial success, social success, sexual success, what else could a citizen desire? Let’s not forget, like social media (you being in control of your own public image), the entertainment industry is in control of public opinion, and so reinforces itself by claiming its own elite status. This self promotion come across as unending coverage of media figures, their lifestyles, their wealth, and their sexual pursuits.
Repeated exposure of the rich and successful leads to idolization, and idolization of entertainment employees helps to create more. This helps the industry survive.
Monumental success in the entertainment industry is Incredibly rare. And the system balances itself out with low success rates and plenty of able bodied and willing participants looking to fill available positions.
But you don’t see this, you won’t see the struggle. All we’ll see are the success stories, and anyone trying to step away from the industry are vilified (my brother and I going to college). Any other profession taken is seen as a step backwards, any other lifestyle chosen is seen as a mistake. When you’re in, you’re in for life, and oftentimes the feeling of necessary and constant success and relevance is enough to drive young entertainers insane.
Dehumanization in the form of paparazzi and public critique is seen as “an expected part of the business,” and so those who speak against it are often laughed into submission.
Know how your industry operates, and you gain a tremendous amount of agency within it. Let’s be smart about this from now on Cole.
It was but a couple days ago that I was marveling over Vasta’s courage and skillfulness in adapting Frank Ocean’s White Ferrari into a deep house dance track, but today, we must also pay our respects to a sensational remix of the track by UK producer Alex Metric. This serene coasting White Ferrari dips deep into a vast and profound sea. The deeper we go, the more humbled we are by the great expanse still shrouded in mystery ahead of us. If there is a meaning to life, and we are not all nihilists, it just might be found in Alex Metric’s sprawling remix.
My love is so deep,
I see you swimming in it
In the evenings.
Letting my adoring waves
Caress the inner walls
Of your brain.
My current pulling you deeper
And deeper into me.
A sea filled with healing memories.
There’s no sharp rocks
Or unsettled waves.
Just clear waters where
You can still see my face
Frozen underneath the surface
Admiring your losses and fears.
Like only true love does.
Like only true love can.