It's All About History: An Animator's Poem
If I believe,
Even for an minute possibility
That this gets easier,
I haven't been challenging myself enough
To get it right.
Dig through the cosmetic delirium of
one's virtual space and
you'll find the blatant habits,
Brown paper bags full of empty
instant coffee containers
cardboard pizza boxes,
and fermented snot globules
from the constraint of our
perpetual indulgence,
stress.
Sleeplessness isn't the disease,
procrastination is a virus
spread by others,
gratefulness eludes constructive criticism
While dreams crack into rough edges,
Planes,
and vertices.
When the virtual space is switched to
reality space,
Middle click drag not getting you anywhere,
Space bar don't give you new views,
Can't scale up your devices,
No spinning around and driving forward your advisement,
A fatal error isn't the end of existence.
Remember what David says,
Help prevent RSI sir,
Unplug to restart,
And try again.
