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Where I Can Reach the Sky | Xetobyte

Wow. 

Art and music possess a special kind of enchantment. They are akin to catalysts in a way; they have the power to cause bonds to form rapidly in a purposeful way. 

The more I look, the more similarities I find in myself and others. Now, I can't deny that we have our differences - one of my biggest struggles is relating to people in a meaningful way. Yet, despite that fact, I've found a piece of me in the art of a lonely someone who lives in the Philippines. Bizarre; amazing. There's something about the solemness of it - his bowed head, the black suit, black sky; it reminds me of death. I'm sure the piece above would mean very little to most of my friends and family. I know that I have different tastes than them. But to me, it is meaningful. And that is all that counts. 

The music complements the art. I recomend listening to it while gazing at the piece.

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Break of Reality

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This is the beginning of a collaboration between my friend Becca and I. She loves to paint landscapes and fill in outlines of animals and such with doodles. She's got some pretty sweet patterns. I drew that tree on Sunday, and gave it to Becca yesterday so she can fill it in. I can't wait to see what it looks like afterwards:) Future plans: a chameleon.

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Fiona's blog

bones & ashes

The past few weeks, I have failed miserably - as a person, student, friend, leader - you name it, I've failed it. I don't think I've turned homework in on time for a month. I've acted rashly (and been labelled a complete idiot by some people for it. Not that everyone's good opinion is terribly high on my list of priorities-I just rather needed to be on those people's good sides). I've barely been making it out of bed in the mornings. My commissions have been completely neglected. And what do I have to show for it? A D- on a test I thought I was completely prepared for.
To top it off, I just broke my phone.
Sad day.
So I sit in my room, listening to quiet post-classical cello,  intermittently playing 2048, watching the life in my phone flicker on and off. It'll die by the time I wake up tomorrow. Maybe it will pass into the Isles of the Blessed, or be reincarnated as a smartphone.
I have another important homework assignment due tomorrow. It'll be late.
Sad day.