Illogic & Blockhead - Caffeine Budget
Pretty sweet music video I co-shot.
Invest: May
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A special night
A kindle
Max Payne 3
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I stood there with the gates of time wide open. I looked back on the land I loved. I thought of the memories of my birth and how things began. I fell so hard for it all, but there was always something off. Even when beauty can be found in everything, I still wanted something else. I loved the way it sang to me, the way it felt, but I was cruel to it as well. I found that life here wasn’t all that I expected. How could I ask it to offer more if that’s just what it is? I do love it, I do, but at times the climate could be harsh and the forests weren’t fruitful. I understood I wasn’t just getting what I wanted. I wasn’t getting what I need. Believing in myself and my actions, I turned to the gates and proceeded to walk through it, making it the hardest decision I’ve made in ages. As time closed behind me, I realized so much was unsaid. So much was left undone. Before I turned back, I looked to the sages who told me, “Things won’t be different. Nothing will change. Things hardly ever do.” Knowing that, I still went back hoping that they may. The land showed promise, as did I walking into it. But will things be different? Is this a place I’ll call home someday? I’ll spend some time in this space with a great debate in my head. In the end, we all just have to be honest with ourselves; Even with love in our hearts, hunger in our eyes, and passion to be better and greater. I know I’ll try and do my part.
Balconies in Valletta | Malta
Photo taken by me (travelingcolors)
I wonder if the photographer meant for the subject to look like a polaroid camera. I wonder if I’m crazy.
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These guys
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
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Film
I am thoroughly exhausted. I’ve been filming for two days and I am exhausted. I am trying to get some awesome shots and some cool stuff done. This is such a rewarding kind of tired because I love doing what I do. I enjoy this so much, and I really cannot wait to learn more on technique and what to do, and what not to do.
Bon Iver
I Can’t Make You Love Me/Nick of Time
Lyrics:
Turn down the lights
Turn down the bed
Turn down these voices
They’re inside my head
Lay down with me
Tell me no lies
Just hold me close
And don’t patronize me
Don’t patronize me
‘Cause I can’t make you love me
If you don’t
You can’t make your heart feel
Something it won’t
Here in the dark
In these final hours
I will lay down my heart
If I feel the power, but you don’t
No, you don’t
‘Cause I can’t make you love me
If you don’t
If you dont
No, you won’t
I’ll close my eyes,
Then I won’t see
The love you don’t feel
When you’re holding me.
Morning will come,
And I’ll do what’s right
Just give me till then
To give up this fight.
And I will give up this fight.
‘Cause I can’t make you love me
If you don’t
I can’t make your heart feel
Something it won’t
Here in the dark
In these final hours
I will lay down my heart
If I feel the power, but you don’t
No, you don’t
I can’t make you love me if you don’t
If you don’t
No you, no you won’t
I found love, darling
I found love, darling
I found love, darling, yeah, baby darling
I found love, darling, yeah
I found love, darling, darling, darling
Love in the knick of time
I found love, darling, yeah
Love in the knick of time
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Every time.
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Amazing
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