On Words, On Power

I've wondered how much meaning words still hold these days. As I've told many people before, writing is my first love, and my favorite form of creative art - even still today, and yes, over photography, and over drawing and sketching. I love me some words! And there's either a part of me that still believes that the pen is mightier than the sword, or I just don't give two shits anymore.  I'm gon write, not because there's a reason, but because its what I love to do. 

And is that not a reason to do anything? Anyone who knows me well, know's that I've had a lot of questions about this capitalist, modern day western culture that we've lived our lives in over here. While it has made for comfortable living (up till now), and while I don't know if there's any better alternatives out there at the moment, I do wonder if it's made our search for the meaning of things a little bit more complicated than it has had to be.  Why do we lose our passion for things? Did I stop writing because people stopped reading? Or because I believe that words have lost their meaning? Better question: Am I writing again because I feel like people will start reading again? Please! I don't expect that readership that I had back in 2010, which was a small but intimate crew of thinkers and experiencers. But what I will tell you is that in recent weeks and months, I've been reading books again, and I wonder how much of this all has to do with the company I've kept. 

What do I mean? I mean that for these past few years I haven't been hanging out with the writers in their books and their poems.  I've been with the photographers, content creators, and the social media shitposters (not literally, yall. Because who actually hangs out anymore?). It's been cool in some of these spots, especially the photographer's corner.. those are my people now, for real. But I forgot my writers, man, and if you believe in the saying that "you are who you kick it with", then I stopped being a writer.

But who better to remind you of the magic that words can produce than those who use them best? 

So maybe I still believe in the meaning of the written word, and in the creative power of putting them together in a sequence that can make YOU feel the profoundness of this moment, and so maybe I'll stick around this time.  It does feel nice. Time will tell if I'm just stopping by, of if I'm moving in.