Its hard to believe its almost the ninth anniversary of my first existential crises The dread 0f seeing Mr. Ledger on screen when he had died earlier that year was something i havent felt since. His terrifying performance. I looked up and some worker was walking in the dark steel rafters of this strange Iowan theater...
'Did he know he too would die one day?' wondered 11 year old Jack.
"I need to format these blog posts better and also add pictures because otherwise people don't read them," thought 19 year old me. "I should also stop writing down and publishing every thought I have after I drink too much coffee or are allone for too long or get sad..."
"How about you start now?" he asked himself right afterwards.
Maybe jack was scared that the only thing semi entertaining he was capable of creating was just stream of conciousness bullshit... but he's worried that isn't all that special either..
"Maybe trying to edit would be a good idea!" Thought the young man.
"But isn't language already reductive enough?" he thought, not knowing entirely what he meant and also knowing that editing would definitely help him be less reductive.
Annnyways I just wanted to say that my fiirst existential crisis was when I saw The Dark Night in theaters and I'm proud of that because I'm a pseudo-intellectual sadboi douche...
