Time

It has been a strange two years in what feels like, solidarity. Started off joining a course which I didn’t even set out to do too. Originally I was going to take part in a technician based course, but was unexpectedly scooted off by the head of the Media department, thanks Sean for the foresight.
I have discovered, what you could call, a base, the kind of architecture in which gives off the illusion of an immediate lack-of. The daily creative activities I make time for didn’t really have this characteristic, though they taught me a hell of a lot. Similar to the feeling when reading particular material. How these pieces of paper, bound together in a rectangular block, can be something that feels really quite personal… and it is. No one else has lived the life you have, when taking in material it is based on your personal experience — your judgements will then follow accordingly.
Though, the time I have acknowledged, administering these creative outlets, has always kept the steady rhythm of my minds antipodes at a steady beat.
Sub-outlets are to me, what co-ordinates the main outlet source.
Experience is something that you cannot expect, and is too often rushed… much like relationships. After visiting a fantastic art-house cinema in Cambridge I couldn’t listen to music, read or distract myself from what just happened… I can barely even remember the film if I am going to be brutally honest, but has confirmed my [almost] complete disinterest in peoples categorical imperatives. Sorry about that.
 
Change is something which has luckily become a regular occurrence in my life, good and bad, as has all lives. I began in a rural Irish countryside growin’ spuds where my heart still beats, to a semi-rural town in Wales, and now [a bit bigger] in Bedford. Cyclical transference of your home and people [in which it is easy to get attached], is a hard one. What is interesting about it though, is that your memories become in context… you literally take yourself outta there and you cant help but see things with a different perspective. Another seemingly tedious thing especially in this day and age is the appreciation of ones own presence, has its many unexpected advantages. It is the un-attachment…
“When you got nothin’, you got nothin’ to loose”

Anyway, back now, went on a bit there… Being here in particular, has given me the time and space to function, this is because of the previous town I lived in. I was blind, because all that I knew was of people who lingered in the town in which they started and will eventually become. How we understand something more when your not looking at it. 

I feel like I haven’t said much about these two years, but… would I have written this if I didnt take part in this course?
If so, what would I have written?  

Musings aside, film is a base in which these brilliant, fantastic things can be explored.
So, thank you for helping me realise this.
P@