I spent the night with good friends, tending to a fire. Where there were only charred logs, I created flames, dancing vibrantly with procedural animations.
With brushes dipped in the spirit of embers, I painted trails to the sky in natural forms, performances captured.
It felt strangely a lot like tending to a real fire,
like the kind at a house party or something.
Jokes were shared, laughs were had. And we
were all a little warmer for it..
"Easier to Love You" by Porter Robinson is my obsession right now.
There you were, you're gonna make a scene Comparin' yourself to the person you were at age seventeen I put my suit on and I tied my tie I look like someone I don't recognize
And it would be so much easier to love you If you could only see yourself like me And wouldn't it hurt much less when you were lonely If you could only see yourself like me?
I found a letter, "Dear future me I promise I'll take care of the person we'll both be eventually I'll pick up painting, oh, oh, and I'll join the gym I can't shake the feeling that I'll be happy by the time I'm him"
And it would be so much easier to love you If you could only see yourself like me And wouldn't it hurt much less when you were lonely If you could only see yourself like me?
Please be disappointed in me Isn't it obvious I wasn't who you think?
And it would be so much easier to love you If you could only see yourself like me And wouldn't it hurt much less when you were lonely If you could only see yourself like me?