niazi

yeah so its been ages since the last post, but i didnt see the point as i had no new artwork to display, moved on to posting the random photos i take on my travels...i really wish i had a good scanner to inspire me to work and put it up on deviant art for viewings. also trying my hand at photoshop to see if it improves the quality of my work but ive realised i need a tablet to really take advantage of this medium  . sometimes i wish i could just print the images in my brain. wouldnt that be convenient -_-

the revolution will not be televised.

i am slow.and i will die. 43800:45:30 hours later.

have some new art i wanna show off but unfortunatly i cant find a single scanner in the whole uni!!! fucked up aint it....buuut anyway. life goes on. and humans keep pretending that they mean somthing to others,its how we get by. man knows no truth only but that which he himself has lied to be.trivial things devoid of any emotion or even a trace of semblence to anything remotely interesting.should one fall.one feels helpless against the urge to stand back up again.this internal struggle.who to say standing is the right way to be?.ahh but then i seek refuge in the dark abyss of my mind and lo and behold! what is there that i find?...only a mirror that shows not me.but everything else.alas.the toll we must pay to cross the river.crucify,mummify,stupify.shadows in the rain are still shadows.
however blurrd they appear....WoOtt?!

ive been thinking...and i think i shuld stop thinking cuz if i think too much it might end my thinking forever and when i think that i think i should think up a way to not think that way but by doing so i think some more which eventualy leads me to where i was in the first place. like a dog after its own tail.but the tail is part of the dog....so that means we are made to self destruct some day...but then what ever death we may have in whatever way or form, its in some way or for some reason, indirectly or directly caused by us ourselves, then whats the point of living in the first place for life is sort of like a drug you cant get off of and by realising our true reason of being...we combust and the echo from the resulting explosion triggers a chain reaction innitiating or boosting the same thing in others...so...is there no way to justify this?...is death something that can never be reasoned with or explained through life?...but that can only happen if death is another existnce for us where the laws that govern this world dont apply?...like trying to see colour when born colourblind?...am i reading too much into this?...am i really that fucked up in the head? or have i just come to a point where going any further might trigger the last scene of this tragic play? with nothing explained? is being alive not good enough for humans that we have to die to undrstand its value?...is it really nessesary to sin before knowing the right way to do things?...is the truth really that scary? or maybe its a lie...like a reflection in a glass....its there but not so...a reflection....then whats the glass?....god?...was man made by god...or was god made for man.?....