I love drawing. I’ve done it for as long as I can remember. I think I’m decent at it. It can be challenging at times but it’s fun. It’s fun to create something or to recreate something. To test your skill or just be creative. The lines are faint in this drawing as I continue to work on it. It’s unfinished but it’s slowly unfolding into a more substantial image.
I’ve started writing again. I’ve always enjoyed writing. I like creating stories, expressing ideas, explaining thoughts. Putting words on paper. A lot of the time I write on the computer. It’s easy and convenient. But every now and then I take the time and write by hand, with a fountain pen. There is something special about this type of writing. The ink flowing out of the pen, tattooing the paper and creating words, all controlled by one’s hand. It’s special. It’s like Zambra said. “There’s a drive when you write on paper, a sound to the pencil. A strange equilibrium between elbow, hand and pencil.”
This is Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. It was the first book I ever read by him. I read this for the first time early last year and I fell in love with it; I’m reading it again now. I had asked my dad about the book, because I kept hearing about, and he said it was a great book. He went upstairs and gave me old copy of it. The book is at least 35 years old. I blew through the book. I couldn’t put it down. And when I went to give it back he told me to keep it. And now I’ve started devouring Bradury’s other works. He was an amazing writer and a very wise person. And there are so many passages and quotes that he wrote and that I can’t forget. Like this passage above. The movement and rythmn of it is amazing. I actually stopped reading after this passage, sat quietly for a minute and had to go back and read it out loud because it struck me so much. There are so many things I love about this book and I hope everyone gets to read, and I hope they love it a little bit too.
Today was an amazing day. This morning I set up a special scavenger hunt for Hannah. I hid clues around campus and across Indianapolis. The clues took her to places where we had special memories, like where we went on our first date. The final clue led her to a place she hadn’t ever been before; Marott Park. Hidden in a tree at the park was a note telling her 100 things I loved about her. I was also hiding there at the park, though she thought I was at work. When she got there and read the note I told her I loved her. I had to do it in a special way. I had to do some grand gesture to try and show her how much I loved her. Later that day she asked me how I knew I loved her. And I told her I knew I loved her because I would do anything for her. I know because I do all these little things for her that I wouldn’t do for anyone else. I know because when she’s sick, I take care of her and still kiss her, even though I hate being around sick people. I know because I’d drive miles and miles out of my way just to see her. I know because I love all of her little quirks. I know because of incredibly happy she makes me. I just knew. I love you Hannah.
I’ll be blunt. Tonight I felt like shit. Life just kind of piled on top of me again. So I needed something to help me out. I had to force myself to find something comforting. So I grabbed a new book that I had gotten over the weekend. Books have always been a comfort to me. I have always been able to open them up and bury myself in the pages. I dive into the story and forget about everything else. And sometimes it feels so good. To just escape for a little while.
This photo is kind of hard to explain, but I’ll try my best. The page in the middle of the picture is sheet music torn from an old German songbook I had. I gave it to my girlfriend to use in an art assignment she was working on. She was creating a large “blanket” of photos, book pages and sheet music attached to burlap for an art class. Every page and photo and song that she chose were important to her. When I look at the blanket now, it takes a while to find the little page of music I gave her. This page is a tiny little part of the blanket. But it’s still significant to me and her. And for some reason this little page makes me think about our actions and how they affect people. They can be tiny little things we do, things we would never think twice about, but they still affect people. They make an impact on people, whether we know it or not. I think it’s important to think about this every now and then, to remind ourselves of how important our actions really are.