During summer classes, we had to make a mock magazine containing all our literary works from Humanities I. It was pretty fun if I say so myself. I hope I engage more in stuff like these. I feel like I was made for it. I know it's not much, and I haven't had any prior training with fine arts or advertising, or media and all that jazz, but I just want to salvage all I've self-learned ad actuate it from theory.
I have my existential crises, and part of them's-- I feel like I made a mess of the career path I was made to be in. Don't get me wrong, I can't see myself as anything else besides being in medicine, but part of me just wishes that I could live another life after this one and be the artist I could never be in that one. I have too many existential crises. Like in the wee hours of the morning I lie awake and think, "Holy crap, I'm going to die someday." or "Holy crap, I'm at a third of the average life expectancy." But enough about that-- I was talking about this magazine right 'ere.
But actually, no-- I have nothing else to say about it.
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