Vanity is My Only Child

The day to day ramblings and clumsy attempts at boredom murder by S.M. Lochhead.
On Writing: I suppose, technically, this picture depicts the wonder of editing. One picture taken one place, the other in another place, and with a little helping hand, an artistic touch, someone placing them side by side, presto, storytelling.
Almost storytelling. There’s one more important element to make this wondrous lie complete:
You, dear reader, with all your experiences and your twisted imaginations. You take one photo, add it to the other, fill in the folds, the details with your own experiences, imaginations, your evolutionary (revolutionary!!) ability to make sense out of chaos, and, presto, storytelling.
This is the symbiotic (not parasitic!) relationship of writer (editor, artist) and reader (audience) as exemplified by this boy and his father and their devilish game of hide and go seek… on mars… after a long, gruelling day trudging around the underground canyons gathering much needed food product that resembles something like bladderwrack but tastes something like Hungarian salami (which is a good thing) and, of course, chasing their pet monkey Mona from red rock to red rock to red rock while avoiding laser beams and aliens shaped like humans. Stupid Mona.
The end.
Photo credit: Roman Vishniac via NYT
Article here.
Also, Robinson Crusoe on Mars.

On Writing: I suppose, technically, this picture depicts the wonder of editing. One picture taken one place, the other in another place, and with a little helping hand, an artistic touch, someone placing them side by side, presto, storytelling.

Almost storytelling. There’s one more important element to make this wondrous lie complete:

You, dear reader, with all your experiences and your twisted imaginations. You take one photo, add it to the other, fill in the folds, the details with your own experiences, imaginations, your evolutionary (revolutionary!!) ability to make sense out of chaos, and, presto, storytelling.

This is the symbiotic (not parasitic!) relationship of writer (editor, artist) and reader (audience) as exemplified by this boy and his father and their devilish game of hide and go seek… on mars… after a long, gruelling day trudging around the underground canyons gathering much needed food product that resembles something like bladderwrack but tastes something like Hungarian salami (which is a good thing) and, of course, chasing their pet monkey Mona from red rock to red rock to red rock while avoiding laser beams and aliens shaped like humans. Stupid Mona.

The end.

Photo credit: Roman Vishniac via NYT

Article here.

Also, Robinson Crusoe on Mars.

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