Clean Slate

Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?

The room that I am in at this moment doesn’t reflect the two people who live in this house. This home office is young, hip, trendy, minimalist and devoid of any personal touch. There are only two dominant colors present: black and white. The same for the rest of the house. Might vary in shades or hues here and there but it is ton-sur-ton/monochromatic nonetheless. The only added colors throughout are a couple of huge abstract art (I made them myself) which is leaning against the wall. I rarely hang frames. Only if it is really, really necessary and will add aesthetic value to the overall look. Very different from our other abode which is french (country) chic decorated leaning on romantic. A glimpse of it you can see in the last picture in my about page. But even there, personal touch is nowhere to be seen. No (family) photographs cluttering the walls. No mementos from far away travels. No hint of my ethnicity or age. I like it that way.

Though these two houses (including the room that I’m in) don’t reflect the person that I am completely, they are part of my personality. Facets, they call them. And I have many (there, I said it myself) like onions I have many layers. It is impossible to put me in a box. I’m all that and more.

As for the other inhabitant… well… let’s say that if I give him free rein/reign, he will turn our nest into a jumble of everything he likes with dark, heavy, clumsy rustic style as a foundation. While if you see him in person, he’s countenance, age and area of expertise speak more of the home office I was talking about at the beginning of this article.

Talk of many facets. Wait till you hear his taste in music…

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Writers

…fascinate me. They have over active vivid imagination. Look at the Brontë sisters… they could even write about things they never personally experience. But what I’m really curious about are those writers who work for television series, per episode. For example: Mr. Nygma of Gotham. He was just an ordinary dude in the beginning. Okay, granted, perhaps a bit odd but nevertheless one dimension-ally boring and harmless enough.

Then from one day to another they decided to make him more interesting by upgrading the ordinary dude into a full-blown schizophrenic psychopath (or it is sociopath… or maybe both) with multiple personalities, just like that. He is changed beyond belief and oh, so sudden. No prelude. What those writers say to each other during lunch/coffee break : ” Let’s fuck-up Mr. Nygma for fun. What do you think, guys?” Or it was their boss who gave the order (of course it’s the bosses who give orders) but not the ideas, or otherwise they will be writers themselves.

No wonder Lost (the series) gotten lost in transition. It started as promising as a new born love affair. But somehow/somewhere along the way, it lost its potentials. At the end, it was just one hell of a confusion. It goes like that I think if too many people with too many (great/sick) ideas who all trying their best (they think) to wow the audience lost touch of reality and just let go. They literally lost the way. Too much of anything is never good.

I know some actors write scenarios of the series they are involved with. Matthew Gray Gubler of Criminal Minds does it occasionally (but then again, he is really multi-talented and real life genius he even directed 8 episodes of the show so far. Do check him out) Randall Einhorn and Paul Feig are another examples.   So, what that says about them? It takes one to know one? To conjured up pretty sick scenarios take up a lot of imagination. And if one can imagine such things…

That’s why I believe that in any other circumstances, writers are a dangerous bunch. Imagine actions supporting the theories. My, we will have a situation in our hands. But so far…

 

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