Of Similarity - I

Here I am, far away from you all in Washington. You really should have come with me, it's lovely here. I will save brushing on the inane for a little while longer and instead plague your eyes with my artistic endeavors since my depart.

This is more of a concept piece.

Watching Jeremy play Spelunky is like watching an amazingly elaborate train-wreck in slow motion. It's simplistic and beautiful in it's awkwardness. While once attempting to rescue a woman, his inability to properly handle a controller cause him to continue to beat her in the face with a rock. I told him after he hit her twice that he was killing her and that he really should stop. He responded with certainty that he had not done anything wrong and that she was just fine, that he hadn't hit her even once. As his slender fingers slipped the rock once again into her skull he had the dawn of realization that she was no longer breathing. I'm quite sure that she's still lying there somewhere, bloody and forgotten.

He literally wouldn't stop asking.

This one ended how it started; poorly.

Next time I get some free moments just to be myself I'll take the time to upload some photos and things, and tell some stories that actually require a locational change.