All posts tagged: emptiness

“I will do it tomorrow”

I am sure that the title sounds almighty familiar. It is also the very definition of procrastination. A few posts ago, I had talked about the book (and film) American Psycho written by Brett Easton Ellis and one particular theme: Emptiness (which can be found here). I don’t know why but I love dark themes and have really been getting into them lately. Yesterday, I also watched Nightcrawler, which by the way, is an AMAZING film. So, as like my recent posts, I’ll tell you a story (sort of). I bought an academic diary at the beginning of July. Strangely enough, the diary corresponded to the next week – it was like it was meant to be. And then, I had an epiphany. I realised it had been a year or almost a year since I had wrote in such diary and planned my days here and there like I had almost always done whilst in education. I forgot how good it felt to tick things off the list and to get something done because it …

Hunger and Lack Of

I once read an article in university about the “Starving Artist”, and its comparison to a slender, and a then-very-young Kate Moss when she first appeared as a model (in a Calvin Klein shoot I believe). Young, face quite daunt and innocently passionate. This ironically hungry image mirrored that of the starving artist, who whilst perhaps really starving, was also hungry for success, recognition and well, a passionate career. Needless to say, this starvation for success was a sacrifice. But I also read that this starvation in turn fed as inspiration. So in theory, to be hungry was to be inspired, feel inspired. I find this weirdly beautiful and perhaps because of the people I was surrounded by from an early age, I knew I had to do something passionate with my life. Quite frankly, I actually despise the idea of making important decisions (i.e. career choices) based on other people’s accords because you end up sacrificing not just your hunger, but your heart. So, let’s consider this. Have you ever ate so much that you felt …

Alienation in the 21st Century

Currently, I am two thirds of the way through, reading American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis on my Amazon Paperwhite Kindle. Admittedly, I cannot read the book for too long at a sitting, because it is as satire as it is graphic as it is…somewhat extremely relatable. Hence, after each scene or two where there has been yet another murder, I have to take a break just to take everything in. Yet it is so engaging because even though no one in the book understands Patrick Bateman, listens to Patrick Bateman, I feel like I can sympathize and say, “Hey, it’s okay to not feel okay”. If only it were that simple, eh? I say that because I feel that in the real world, no one really comforts you and say those words or similar, therefore there is somehow a Patrick Bateman in all of us. It is very much like a defense mechanism that people automatically guard themselves in the city and do not offer the type of emotional help that some of us …