I've been in a funk and I've got the mean reads. I'm angry because something was taken away from me. About three weeks ago, the Speech & Debate Team's funding was cut. The program was cut. This is just one more thing that can be added to my list of "things that are out of my control." Fuck that. I love performing. I can't imagine my collegiate experience without speeching. I've been performing in some way or another officially since I was in the 6th grade, unofficially since I was a fetus. The idea that after April 20 I will never perform again freaks me out. What do I do after college? I went to college never intending on actually graduating and finding a real job and living in the real world and becoming a real person.
One of my pieces this year revolves around defining what art is.
And that got me thinking. Why do I do Speech? Why do I make movies? Why do I write?
I do all of these in what is probably a vain effort to somehow control the world in which I live, recreating it in a manner that satisfies my sense of what the world should look like and be like. I’m just interested in the truth. And what I like best is the complicated, messed-up truth. The one that’s so imperfect you know it’s true.
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