Meeting new friends in Night Vale. (at Red Mountain Theatre Company)
(ROFL trying to make it look like he’s taking a selfie)
“Nature is a haunted house - but Art - is a house that tries to be haunted.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems
Now, videogames haven’t made me violent, buy they have made me feel like I’m supposed to pick this up.
I do not want to romanticize depression. The flip side of the stigma accompanying depression is a tendency to turn it into The Ever-Popular Tortured Artist Effect, to borrow from Todd Rundgren. There is an idea that “artists” are such special snowflakes that the very air they breath injures them. This is bullshit. Again, depression is an illness, not a fashion statement. Certainly, there appears to be a large correlation between artists and depression. But I would argue that artistic expression is not a symptom of depression so much as a response to it. I see writing as an act of resistance against an occupying enemy who means to kill me. It’s why I’m writing this now. Silence = Death, as ACT UP used to say.
This is why there is such comfort in books and movies and music and art. Why it often saves. I have taken comfort from depressed characters like Holden Caulfield, Esther Greenwood, Jimmy from “Quadrophenia,” Harold from “Harold and Maude,” Franny Glass, and too many others to name. I have found my emotional DNA in theirs and continue to draw solace from knowing that I am not alone in these murky, hard-to-articulate feelings.
We are not alone. That’s key."
The fog sets in and covers the sky
the brightness of the stars will disappear
with no means to reason why
The death of a friend
this is the death of a friend
yes you were my friend
I will miss you my friend