Good morning, my friend! Happy Friday, and of course, thank you for reading this humble post. How was your week? How are you? Is the weather endurable where you are? As for me, I am okay, just feeling very sleepy, but wanted to take this idea out of my mind, in the best way I could, in a way I could be satisfied with. As such, here we are.
Often, it is very hard to get into the gist of things, and specially when writing, when the page or screen are blank, and you have this weight in you, the weight of having something to say, and the means and frame to do it, but the words won't come out, and you have to build the narration, of course, but in truth, you only desire to get straight to the point. And when I write a blog, I would prefer to have an adequately sized piece, not too big, not small either. I used to compare writing with a maze: you are put inside a maze with changing landscapes and paths, and with words alone, find a way out. That was my approach to composition classes in school. Of course, the whole approach to composition when I was younger, and attending the classes, turned to be quite flawed. You have to fulfill certain criteria in them, such as have the adequate number of lines, have an introduction and conclusion paragraph alongside the main theme, which are more often than not redundant and bloat the piece. I am no enemy to standards, but the frame of the education I received is on a whole inadequate, and the ideas pushed onto me were terrible to say the least. Fortunately, hard as it is to begin, once you have a thought that flows, happily it continues seemingly to no end. Hard to get started, hard to wrap things up. Such was that time, time of the apex of popular culture, and what will as fast become its end.
I have been thinking, as you all know, on the ongoing A-Pop-Calypse going on, where many things and people that were unpretentious soft culture touchstones are now rotting, are now being mummified at live, are now crashing and burning. Today, I think of my once beloved Katy Perry. I watched a video citing her demise, and... it does hurt. I made a comment, that ended up becoming this post. Just how it is painful to experience what once you were quite fond of completely decay, to the point where you feel not appaled, just indifferent. You know, in my late childhood and early teens, back on the now vintage-becoming late 2000's-early 2010's, I did live that teenage dream, and I quite loved it, comfortably thinking it would not end, or at least not in the awful way we are seeing. It is humiliating, even, because that paradise of cotton candy, aspartame sweetener and vibrant M&M colors, that helped me more than once to keep depression at bay. The time of 2008-2014, I was intoxicated, and happily so, by all the fumes of joy. I remind the legendary albums with nostalgia, albums I probably still have, but do not listen to anymore. It hurts to admit such era is over, and has been so for almost a decade now. It is, though. Reality hates to be ignored. I listened to Firework countless times on the radio, alongside a pop music era that turned to be the last "societal phenomenon" we could have it at the same time. It would soon become much more fragmented, society and its tastes and culture, not a bad thing, not at all, but also, it does make you alone, loneliness leading to melancholia, and to nostalgia of a time when the era of Sims 3 was in full swing. Well, Sims 4 came out, Katy starting taking herself far too seriously and slowly collapsing into madness, my friends switched schools. The epoch ended on quite a painful way. And, I think it could not be helped. But I still lament over what happened, being inevitable or not. Quite a permian event, if you ask me.
And, with those remarks being made, and perhaps more will come, I should start the process of wrapping up this publication of today, but with the reassurance I will return soon, with some more thoughts, ideas, nostalgia, and hopefully lesser sleepy. When? Most likely sooner rather than later, I want to write a good wrap up for May, June and the blog birthday are coming up, almost 10 years of writing, which is truly insane. What I will do to remark on such milestone? I havr little to no idea... again, we'll see. Until the next post, my friend, rest assured I should not go anywhere!
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