Crush hasn’t updated his blog in weeks now. I wonder if he stopped dwelling on those socialist thoughts and finally sat on the wheel, creating those little singing monsters. He really should, if I may be blunt, cease getting academic and focus on his craft—he’s an artist after all.
Maybe it’s better if he can merge those, get inspiration from his readings to create something malleable and tangible and, well, artistic. You know, other that muse about Marxism in a futile attempt to find his spot in the whole debate (or to be reminded of his intellectual capacity). Maybe he needs to find a way to interlace his ideologies with his art—not with words but with clay.
But I understand his struggle (or at least the struggle I thought he’d be in). In my head, I try to understand the guy, but seriously, I don’t. I probably never will. And I probably should not.
Or maybe I just need to shut up. My going through all these at this ungodly time meant one of two things: I am tremendously bored or I am obsessively interested. I might be both, which is very scary. Really scary.
But enough about him and my efforts at psychoanalysis, it’s time to finish my script. Besides, I’m trying to un-crush him. Blabbering about him like this is definitely not helping. - 6/9/2013
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