Creative Slump

I've been in sort of a creative slump recently. Well, slump, hiatus, whatever. I basically have been doing nothing creative. Instead, I've been looking around (basically poking around the internet and the city) at what passes for creativity in today's day and age. I've noticed that there is a very disquieting rift between true creativity, and marketed money-whoring.

On one side, I see original music, art, and programs, and on the other, I see mass-churned pop-shite, mall-angst driven self portraits, and stolen code.

All of this makes me want to hide and put my nose to Word, and hope that I can finish a story that will wipe the corruption of art off the earth, but sadly, that doesn't make money.

Hey, if something works, what's stopping you from selling it, over and over? And when it gets boring, what's stopping you from wrapping it up differently, maybe adding something a little more risque?

The answer is: nothing.

That role was usually reserved for our morals, but money is a cruel and seductive mistress of silence, prompting our usually rapt and vocal Jiminies into stunned and vapid silence.

We like what we like, and ultimately, that will be what makes us or breaks us. We like change, and we like to stay the same. The paradox that rips us in two. Some of us like change more than constance, and we are called Liberals, or Revolutionaries. Some of us like constance and fear change. We are called Conservatives, or Reactionaries. See, based merely on what we like, we have division.

I personally like change, at a moderate pace. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sitting on the fence. Being tardy has cost us innocent lives, and brings about mental obesity and bloated self-image. However, charging forward like the famed 7th Light Cavalry can cause just as much hardship. When one person is reckless, it's dangerous, and possibly even deadly. When a nation is reckless in it's pursuits of change (or even reaction to change), it is beyond tragedy. It's beyond travesty. There is no word strong enough to describe it when an entire nation of people band together and begin the gears of destruction.

There is no description to the feeling of helplessness that comes over me when I see so many people band together, in a common cause which is none other than self-gratifying and destructive.

It's like being a gnat, watching a giant infant wade through the candy shop, all the while being laughed at, because after all, what can a gnat do to an infant?

However, a bloated baby, coated in greed and self-righteousness soon attracts the wasp's ire.


Note now, that I did not allude the baby to the United States. If anything, it alludes to the whole of the developed world. As was once said, a person is smart. People are stupid. The mob mentality grows ever more pervasive with the internet and improving international relations.