art pt 2
23 sep, 2024
i saw this post on tumblr today, and i was reminded of how much i love inkskinned. many of their posts really appeal to me as an art form, which, in a meta way, this post explains. their posts feel structured in an unstructured way, in an order-in-chaos sense, as if it conveys the energy of a person you love rambling to you about something that they adore. the border of 'what is art?' blurs often in my mind but i'm always clear about them. this is art.
inkskinned starts, this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire".
i feel this in matt mercer's exandria, and i can only think of advice i'd found while attempting to write: always flesh out details even if they may never see the light of day; their presence is felt. you may not ever mention the childhood obsession of a character with their mother's coin collection, but a longing glance at a vendor in a market adds a certain dimensionality.
i have finally set up neovim with vimtex and snippets, and it's already beautiful. i can feel it getting faster, as if what was holding me back before was not my typing speed, and i had some in the tank still to unlock. starting LaTeX notes in sem 4 may not have been the best idea, but it did help me in ways i had not predicted. my typing speed has blossomed, and so has my general ability to passively write down, and my love of the digital medium perseveres. i am still yet to customise this entire setup, and i am still rocking the defaults (unheard of), but i am already understanding the process, and it's just a matter of some time getting used to this. i don't yet have the pdf and synctex configured, that remains to be done, but then just wait and see.
i've had till forever falls apart running through my head all morning, with this particular lyric really dominating proceedings.
-ashe, finneas, till forever falls apart on genius
i also saw this reddit post today on r/benignexistence, one of my favourite subreddits. late nights are really a liminal space, in a sense, and i love staying up with people just to talk (and it never hurts to accompany it with some icecream). this subreddit always contextualises, to me, a phrase that got really popular in spaces i was in during 2020-22. all i want to do is live through precedented times.
we yearn for the benign, the mundane, the human! all i want to do is sit over a lengthy breakfast with people and talk to them for hours. isn't that the true benign?