Sunday, January 11, 2009

keep moving

i go to art school. when youre in high school everyone always saw the theatre kids and the art kids and said they were different, or at least thought it. it is amazing to me now to think of how different the 'art kids' were when i look around. it seems that no matter where you are in life, or what groups you are in, there will always be an underlying sense of class and place of belonging. here i am at art school and there are still the jocks, there are still the nerds, there are still the theatre kids, there are  still the stoners, the stuck up pricks, the 'im not friends with anybody' s. they are all here. no matter what they were, they are them now.
i spend a lot of time watching and analyzing these people and wonder what it is they are thinking. its like a dog that walks around, looks out the window, sniffs the couch, then sits back down. is the dog really thinking? or is it just going through the motions. in a few years these people will be in charge of things. thats horrifying to me. the people down the hall from me live off of daddys money and are always high or low on some drug of the moment. what are those people going to contribute to society? what about the girl that always reads every page of every textbook and memorizes the right answer for every test and exam and does every piece of work exactly to the script which makes it 'good'? what happens to her when theres no more book to read? no more test to take? yeah shes the best student, but how does she live?
i worry about this, but then i just look on. look at people you know who are far past school and think of how they are living. nothing more than children in big people clothing. i used to think that the difference between children and adults was intelligence, but i now know that it isnt that at all. adults are just the same as children, its just that some unknown power grants adults the power to define what they are doing as right whether it is or not. i would give an example here but given the state of the world i dont find an example to be necessary.
despite it all i suppose we can find solace in the thought that it all keeps moving.
tim.

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