Litterature

A Tree Falls in the Woods...

I remember once reading a statement about comics that was astonishingly obvious: they are a solitary experience. People don’t gather ‘round a book like they do a movie or a television, or even at a show. Reading, as it is, leaves you on your own.

But, recently I have considered that all art, music, film, entertainment, whatever word you care to summon, are all solitary, personal experiences. I’ve been listening to a lot of stuff on headphones lately, and I suppose this newfound obsession has spurred these ideas. Because when I listen to a record like that, I’m sure I get something out of it nobody else does. Even if someone agrees with me about a record’s value or quality, even if we discuss the particulars and still find ourselves in harmony, I don’t think it necessarily means it’s a “shared experience”. I’m not sure there is such a thing. It strikes me more often than not that by filtering through our senses, reality gets mutated into perception, and therefore distorted. By that rationale, it could even be argued that “reality” by definition does not exist, except on a case-by-case basis, on an individual scale.

Anyway, it’s weird shit. I think I’ll go draw now.

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