A Thousand Words

Well i can recently declare that i am the most invisible guy in this world. No one has ever noticed my presence regardless how hard i try, although i always think that i could always win anyone, but no it isn't now. I don't know what hell is wrong with this whole world, and neither with me.

So i suppose this is one of those desperate posts i barely made. It's just, i don't know, i just think no one would ever actually listening which is quite stupid if i keep trying to talk to anybody about this nonetheless i knew that no one would ever listen, and i also not enjoying a conversation of this sort. So, this blog is all i got left, this shit for once again will be turned into a diary of puberty boy.

Pay attention to the contradictions between both paragraphs above, yes my life is that ironic for now. It's just, i'm feeling like i have nowhere to come home to, at all. I just feel like what the hell is going on, everything was fine, but what is it right now? Where's the burning point? Or what? I just don't know what or why, but i just feel like "dude this is not what i live for, no one has ever wanted a life like this one." But i suppose my current position is a more precise phrase, not life.

So, what are we talking about? I think i won't write my problems right here like shit why the fuck would i? Of course i would rather talk about people's problem rather than my own because fuck you my life is not a public consumption. I just don't wanna be naked in front of everybody, wait... i actually want to... but forget it, you all got the metaphor, and fuck don't be so hypocrite about your curiosity on how it feels like to live as our ancestor, which "being naked" is also included.

So, i am wondering about this idiom lately

"A picture paints a thousand words"

So, the meaning of the notion is that idea(s), even the complex ones, can be conveyed through only an image with no descriptions needed.

Now make me a thousand words regarding the idea of that picture motherfucker.

Well why the fuck would i bother to think about this useless shit? Because i have nothing to think about in this 2 months of holiday. But as usual, a simple idea might be a single falling leaf from a giant tree, that we only need to find the right tree that match the leaf then for so we can discover what the fuck is actually going on and everything else.

So the idiom, it has been proved by an example above that the idiom doesn't always work, does it? Well you can hardly get the idea without a single clue because you don't always know whether or not what you're thinking is what the picture makers are having inside their heads. It's not guaranteed that a picture can successfully convey the genuine idea. Although it is A LOT SIMPLER to just see a picture rather than read the description, it's still not the proper way to conveying anything with only an image without a clue. If you still don't agree or don't understand what i'm talking about, i will give you one more example, with a lot more proper picture than a duck sticker.

How about this one? What would you think about this picture? What is the idea of this picture when you don't know a shit about it? Caesar walking with a bishop through a Nazi's extermination camp that placed inside an enormous cave somewhere deep beneath China?

A marvelous picture turns quite random without a description, isn't it?

I took the picture from Wikipedia, and the god damn picture have much more meaning when you finished reading the god damn description. It's the illustration of The Fifth Terrace from Dante's Purgatorio.

So that's the overture of the opera, that's the falling leaf, it will be a giant tree, and as you always know that i'm a giant announcer of exaggerated bullshits of mine. And the following long writings will be concerned about the long writings itself.

So, about this picture and word notion, i was wondering about the otherwise, how about "word paints a thousand picture." Because imagine what and how many pictures would word 'life' create? And the pictures themselves are the idea of the word, just switch these 2 different nouns into one another places. And it will god damn apply, yes it will because as you can see at the examples above, those 2 pics, you found out that picture paints a thousand words because there are words to paint. But imagine if wait.... it's getting too far from the bottom line and i think i should cut it off.

So, i often get disappointed when i read a book then watch the movie afterward, you guys must had been feeling the same. Like only less than 5% of the movies based on books i have watched that i found satisfying after i read the book. I know there are a lot who wonder why is this happening. I don't really know for sure why, but i have a plain opinion about this thing.

I often find words are encouraging, while most pictures only entertain.

Book builds the whole idea and/or the whole story systematically intact and genuine, while the movie won't ever have enough duration to get through the market to picture the entire complete book, they only pick the most essential parts and throw the disposable away.

So yes you will get the complete sensation and the complete idea when you read a book, but don't you ever hope to have it in moving pictures since it's almost an impossible thing to happen.

Then let's move to the trunk, check a capitalized phrase a few paragraphs before. Don't you also think so? It's a lot simpler to see the picture than to read the description right? It's a lot simpler to watch the movie than to read the book right?

Now trust me, word can also paint a thousand pictures and imagine what a thousand words can paint.

The point is, i always deem that reading is reasonably necessary despite my state of still not having any solid reason why.

And there is one coherent thing that is almost as important, i don't know perhaps more important than reading, it's writing, because what the fuck would you read if there's no one who writes?

Here's the actual  thing i wanted to talk about, the canopy of a rainforest, not only a single tree.

Once again, it's about the pattern and the result i have in my head without any proof, but still sounds extremely rational for myself.

I'm still trying to find the connection between the interest of reading and writing from the society of a country and the advance of that country's position among others. Well because i'm still wondering why is Indonesia, my country, still stuck in this shithole while knowing there are European countries, USA, and several others i don't need to mention. Everyone who lives in Indonesia knows how low Indonesian majority's interest of reading and writing, especially the ones who write, trust me we all know it well enough.

And because i know, you know, we all know how low it is, i'm gonna split this post into 2 parts.

Wait for the next post cocksuckers, i have some little answers why we are what we are right now, why i'm using English, and why i split this post into 2 parts.

Bi bye.