So I’m going to be in central London most of next week, doing some silly project.
Meanwhile, I’ll also have my laptop with me, and I’ll also be doing a very very serious project. With boobies. I’m doing that thing where I … actually I’m not sure how to describe it.
Maybe part of reality that’s important to me, is dismantling pedestals. Know what I mean? I know lots of people spend all their lives trying to be as impressive, as well-known, as liked online as they possibly can. But I feel like this isn’t the path to freedom, to joy or love. Is a million likes on Instagram (60% of which will be from bots) better than twenty likes on Facebook? Is it better to die in a six bedroom house than a three bedroom house? Metrics for ‘success’ are the wrong question, even the wrong battleground, I feel.
That whole thing at the end of 0HB; that whole destruction of hierachical, pedestal-earning stuff, is so important to me. Its destruction. And so I have to be ok with becoming unknown for a bit. I have these moments of reminding myself that it’s ok to be off the radar, unimpressive, unknown – that stuff is all ok, because love, as the comic says, is not retail, it is not earnt.
Aaaaanyway.
PS. Lithium Comic 10 and the continuing series – don’t worry I’d never drop all that. I’ve written it all, just need to find the time to start 3D work on it properly, I’ve been setting up scenes and stuff a little bit, but no actual renders yet. But it’ll happen, soon as the world slows down a bit 🙂
