Multiverse

Multiverse

Across the boundary, unseen worlds

All that we know, some never conceived of

Some like our own, but not

A man named Jacob with black hair, or blonde

Instead of the brown I know and love

A man named Brian, with two sons or daughters

Instead of one of each

Others, fantastic, unlike our own

Hogwarts, Panem

Narnia, Middle-Earth

Mushroom Kingdom, Cybertron

The worlds we wish we could see

With our own eyes, not merely through a medium

Extraordinary worlds, found and brought to life in our own

But some are very small

So small as not to be seen by any

Floating in unknown existence

Until someone becomes lost in them

And creates their world

I have seen...

A ghost and a boy, fighting monsters in a small town

Gods walking among humans in a reality similar to our own

Creatures from faraway planets, connected by a man clutching a pen and a notebook

A young woman soaring high above a desert town alongside a friendly djinn

A boy standing in a temple before kami, yokai, and other such spirits, wielding a bladeless sword

A colorful being brightening up a monochrome city

An actor bridging the gap between his worlds through his imagination

A fleet of humans and robots fighting side by side

A famous hero, adopting a young, lonely boy

Stuffed animal biker gangs

...and many more to come

Unknown to all but I

Their stories untold, in unknown existence

And I will bring them light

And tell others of their world

So they may become lost in them

As I have

An adult feeling

I really, really can't wait for college classes to start up again.

I know the kid in me would hate me for saying this, but I guess I should expect such changes in perspective as part of growing up. I'm getting really bored of hanging around all summer, and it's starting to make me depressed again. My hobbies really aren't keeping me as engaged as I'd hoped, and I still don't have my driver's license (here's hoping for a change in that sometime in the near future, though). There's just not enough for me to do that isn't lounging around online all day.

IUPUI can't get here soon enough.

A weird night

My dad and I just got back from watching Weird Al Yankovic performing live in Indy. He performed a lot more of his older songs than I was expecting, but they were all really good so I can't complain. It was just as wonderful and hysterical as I thought it would be.

Happy Independence Day!

Happy Fourth of July, everybody!

I just got back from walking the Firecracker 6K in Indianapolis, and it didn't rain once! Worth waking up at 6:45 for.

Gray days

I'm starting to feel listless again - the way I used to feel back in my sophomore year. I was hoping the feeling would stay away this summer, but I guess I haven't been making much of an effort to keep busy. I got a job, or something you could call one, but it's a bit too irregular to keep me out of the house the way I'd prefer.

Guess I'll have to rededicate my efforts to committing to other hobbies besides the Internet. At least I'll be getting a new Brandon Sanderson book in the mail tomorrow - that should help. But most of all, I really can't wait for college to start up again - IUPUI is too far away from me right now.

Concept Corner #14

Concept Corner #14 - Outer Rim High
The story of the main actor of a famous TV show and the struggles he faces in his career alongside his coworkers, which he transforms through the lens of his imagination into high-intensity action sequences not unlike the ones on his show. 

I got the idea of a story about the making of a TV show from the movie Bolt, and the main character (name currently undecided) came from my experiences with Asperger's. He's an actor who plays the main character on a hit TV show in-universe - think Buffy the Vampire Slayer with the supernatural elements traded for futuristic, sci-fi ones - and like me, he's autistic. He faces challenges in his daily life - both related to the show and not - that some neurotypical people might not be burdened by, and he uses his imagination to change them into scenes and stories that might belong on his show, which allows him to approach them from a better vantage point.

I love using my imagination - it's a big reason why I want to be an author - and I think writing about a person who embraces his imagination so freely would be a fun experience for me.

Storms

It stormed like the dickens down here in Zionsville today. Anyone else get some of the same?

I actually really like stormy days, when I get to stay inside and watch the rain beat down on the ground. Sometimes the clouds are so thick that it becomes dark outside, and it all feels so oddly cozy. It's a simple feeling, but it's one I really enjoy.