About A New Book Project

I am writing a book about Christchurch. I don't know what the title will be, but I am very excited. One of the closest ideas of success to me, whatever the hell the term actually means, is: 


Write A Book. 
I believe that a man has acheived something major in life when his works are made into a book. You have sealed a part of your soul within the bindings and made yourself immortal. 
It is different from doing a record. In the future music players will not be able to hear (because of technological advancements) what you have recorded today unless you are phenomenally good. Songs that you have sung today will be unlistenable in the future. And besides, music is for the shifty minded.
Books are immortal. It doesn't matter what you write about. It could be your daily experiences. It could be a story about a duck. It could be a story of life and death. It could be a book about science. 
I believe the world is divided into two types of people. People who have written a book and people who haven't. And no one knows the disparity that it exists, except for those on the greener side.
(I will let you guess which one is the greener side.)

Update.

Ah. If only fulfillment or the feeling of fullfillment is the ultimate goal of humanity. Because right now, I have so much art projects and creative stuff going on for me that I feel so fulfilled and just happy. If only the other self inside me stops reminding me that I need to get a job. A frikkin job to pay my bills.

I started on this Virtual City of Christchurch on the Second Floor of Majestic and only when I began realised the magnanimity of the project. Well, basically I had the idea of making use of a big white space right at the entrance of the floor that was lying unused. And draw a whole virtual city in the likes of the computer generated virtual cities that have no perspective but have dimension and depth.

Something like that.

It is going to be a massive project and I almost doubt if I will have time to carry it through. 

Back in Christchurch

So this is my first post after returning to Christchurch.

What can I say? Christchurch. There is no place quite like it.



Here are a few photos I took on Photo Booth. My hair is quite long by now. But I am still wearing old clothes, as I do.

Jo said I looked Metro when she saw me on Sunday. Haha.. Well.. You can't insult me more than calling me a metro. I dislike everything that a Metro man stands for.

Not that I don't. But if the world was fair and square and I had my way, I won't be found as a Metro guy living in a bustling city life.
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There is a lot in/on my mind. I am plotting an exhibition as early as I can make it happen. And have a theme already in mind.