If DA remained like it did 6 years ago, and I kept on making sparkle dogs with the current skill I've now, I would have been amazingly, eye-poppingly, stupendously famous. I would have followers bowing at my feet at every corridor, courtyard and busy city street. I would have followers armed to the bone to fight non-existent drama wars for me. I would have admirers spouting compliments and praise so unique that Shakespeare will rise from the dead angered that he focused too much on inventing one-of-a-kind insults when he should have been working on blazing blazons instead.
But alas, it is an Alternate Universe I cannot participate in and thus it will be beyond my capacity to fully imagine what such a situation will be like. But when I was young I craved for that! Now I'm not young, not craving for silly popularity things, not drawing sparkle dogs anymore; I've grown and matured - Jeeze, I started my first DA account when I was 13, and now I am 19 in my second DA Account - and I'm getting tons of opportunities that I will never exchange for the world. It's better this way. It's always been.
Anyway the whole point of this long ramble jamble is a set up for me to say that DA is dead, and I should actually do something about it. I've been active long enough elsewhere - Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, the sorts - and it's very rewarding. But I know that DA does have some opportunities that I've been missing out on due to my absence. So
I'm going to try to revive the account again. Probably just putting more art inside it, that's all.
It's probably good because DA is the only place where I can track my progress. I mean, I am looking at my stuff from when I was 13 and I don't know whether to laugh or just flip a table because well, can anyone tolerate their 13 year old self? Though I think I was an interesting person back then and I would have talked to 13 Year Old Me to a point where we can talk bad about people we find dumb and poke fun of everyone else.
I'm not sure if I will continue writing my journals in the same way I did. All those incidents I wrote before happened in real life (except with some flourish) and I always had the motivation to turn it into exciting prose but now I can't even motivate myself to even type a single sentence. OH WELL.
Listening to: The Sound of Computer Fan
Reading: about silly things
Watching: some Satoshi Kon movie
Playing: with my life