But things have changed.
I am no longer a (non) working visual artist. I am now a (somewhat) working writer and undergrad student at Colorado State University at Pueblo, the city in which I live. This is the change in my life that started fall of 2023. I'm now in my fourth semester, still actively avoiding my two remaining gen-ed credits needed- math and a science. My non-counted science credits are from 20 years ago and were entomology related but, c'mon. Have bugs really changed that much since then? I think that shi should still be counted.
So, in many ways, a lot has changed in my life since I started this blog a full decade ago. But sadly, many other things have not.
So, in many ways, a lot has changed in my life since I started this blog a full decade ago. But sadly, many other things have not.
One really key thing, to be specific.
I started this blog with its preciously sincere name during a time period in American history ten years ago when I was gravely concerned with how the tides were turning. Look, I'm talking about Tr*mp here. The lack of kindness, empathy, and intelligence that that disastrous run brought with it shook me to my core and made me question my own values and place in this world. Working on this blog helped me deal with those feelings.
Well guess what, motherfuckas! It's End of the World Part II: Electric Boogaloo, so let's take this old gal out for another spin!
It would be a misnomer to say that, this time around, I am just as crushed. No. This time feels different. I'm angry. I'm fed up with more than just politics, but our culture in general. I'm sick of the disposable way we treat people, objects, and ideas.
Well guess what, motherfuckas! It's End of the World Part II: Electric Boogaloo, so let's take this old gal out for another spin!
It would be a misnomer to say that, this time around, I am just as crushed. No. This time feels different. I'm angry. I'm fed up with more than just politics, but our culture in general. I'm sick of the disposable way we treat people, objects, and ideas.
I'm tired of artificially polished art, polished words, and polished people. I'm tired of artifice in general. I'm tired of disingenuousness. And most of all, I'm tired of living in a world where apathy has become the norm. Apathy to the thoughts and feelings of others, to empathy, to kindness. No one seems to have the energy to give a flying fuck about other people anymore, or art, or nature, or any of the stuff that makes life worth living. I don't blame my peers who are struggling with this. Not to get too "but ackshually," but actually, I think social media in its current form might be kinda bad, guys. I don't know, that's just my own personal opinion. I could be wrong.
So let me now commit with, absolutely no consequences if I fail, to reviving this blog. I need it both for my own professional growth and to feed that need to scream out into the void in a time of (once again!) great darkness. Do little voices matter? I don't know anymore. But all the big voices are doing a truly shit job of managing things, so why not? Why not try?
-Haley N.
So let me now commit with, absolutely no consequences if I fail, to reviving this blog. I need it both for my own professional growth and to feed that need to scream out into the void in a time of (once again!) great darkness. Do little voices matter? I don't know anymore. But all the big voices are doing a truly shit job of managing things, so why not? Why not try?
-Haley N.