the boring leading the bored

Wednesday, July 28, 2004
punk is dead
 
so i'm a postmodernist. you wanna fight about it?

and, like my views on dinosaurs, i have been disproven in my thinking many times, but to no avail: i cant help but feel i am living in a world that is over. rock and roll was born and so was jesus christ. the second one died, im still not sure about the first. at best it lingers on.

the aforementioned disproving occurred in several art museums in canada. i was most impressed with the combination of sculpture and computer animation that i am too lazy to explain. i wish i had a picture. thousand words, as they say. yet i think my hope is misplaced--i was not seeing things that were new, i was just seeing things that were good art. but i saw no new genre. that's the problem. no new genres. even anti-art is gone. it's all over.

however, i was recently exposed to another reason to feel frustrated: personal postmodernism. i read a book (kurt vonnegut's deadeye dick) that ssuggested that people's lives are stories, and that they play out just like a story: introduction, rising action, climax, falling action, denoument. and whatever's left is epilogue. it just cleans up after the story. nothing happens. it's all over. i guess i already knew that. i guess that's the reason that i want to die before i get old. but what's worse is the thought of peaking too early. what if i've already had my climax? what if the rest of my life is just the postmodern wasteland that i am so afraid is true?

it probably isnt. but you never know.

why do people keep happening to me?

music: love her madly-the doors



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