Literature, music, film.
These are the things I believe in. These are the things that make sense to me, that help me make sense of the world around me, make sense of myself, and my struggle with the universe. It always comes back to these three things.
I don’t want a job. I don’t want your comforts. I don’t want your obligations and your markers of personal success.
I want to be alone. And I want to be in communion with people that are good, curious, different. People that understand. I want to be both alone and in fellowship. To love and be loved, but not conventionally.
I was born an outsider. I was born different. Perhaps to make it easier for me to choose to be different, in the ways one can choose.
Those who came before us, who were lost in the fight for nothing and everything, we take you into our hearts. We take you with us on our own journeys, not entirely aware of what your lessons mean, and how they will help us, but knowing they are important and lasting. We salute you, brave soldiers, sons and daughters of a nameless and timeless revolt.
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I really enjoy reading your posts and relate to some of the things you write about. I am from Van and I went to the LSE as well. Your posts are super depressing, pretty insightful, and kind of amusing. Good job! :)
You should try: http://www.cbc.ca/radio/literaryawards/
Thanks, Wayne! And will definitely look into applying for this year's awards.
Are you back in Van now? And do you blog also?
Ah, Trent, I somehow had missed your blog for the last couple months what with moving and everything, but it is good to once again read about how you are doing...
Anyway, this post reminded me of one thing:
1. I am Trent Maynard
2. I hate music
3. I love music
4. I hate everyone who comes around me
5. I am seven
Good to know not much has changed ;)
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