creativity
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“A rock taught me something about art”
A strange character in Project Hail Mary made me rethink art, creativity, and how I’ve been approaching my own life. Continue reading
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“Bathroom Floor Prompts and South Central Drives”
A day-in-the-life entry: bathroom floor prompts, South Central deliveries, and dictating my thoughts into a phone—Plástico Man learning to love writing. Continue reading
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“Time Is Ticking”
Today’s side quest: Time Is Ticking. I pick up the sketchpad and draw until the timer hits zero—proof I was here. Continue reading
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“A $50 Test”
Not a masterpiece—proof. A $50 test to turn “maybe” into real feedback and momentum. Continue reading
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“The Night I Walked in on Cheeks I Shouldn’t Have Seen.”
It’s strange how the small things — a sound, a scent, a shadow — can turn into memory’s echo. Back when I was working as a houseman at a hotel in Beverly Hills, I saw a lot of wild things. But nothing — and I mean nothing — prepared me for the night I accidentally walked in… Continue reading
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“I Wanted Motion.”
🎥 Filmed after the journal — same night, same motion. Sometimes the story doesn’t end with words. 📓 Tuesday, October 28, 2025 — 5:25 p.m. Driving through the industrial heart of Los Angeles — Central Avenue and 14th Street. To my right, a Shell station. To my left, brick buildings dressed in graffiti like layered memories.… Continue reading
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“Today — I sit here reminiscing in front of my TV”
English Version 📓 Wednesday, September 3, 2025 — 10:26 p.m. I’m sitting in my comfortable bluish armchair from Ikea, my laptop resting on the matching ottoman. It’s covered by one of my old t-shirts — I keep it there so my orange tabby, Simba, doesn’t turn the fabric into his personal scratching post. David Bowie’s Let’s… Continue reading
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“Today — I sit here reminiscing in front of my TV”
English Version 📓 Wednesday, September 3, 2025 — 10:26 p.m. I’m sitting in my comfortable bluish armchair from Ikea, my laptop resting on the matching ottoman. It’s covered by one of my old t-shirts — I keep it there so my orange tabby, Simba, doesn’t turn the fabric into his personal scratching post. David Bowie’s Let’s… Continue reading