...Perhaps this is my long way of looking at the market for things and seeing how little humanity is really offered up in fiction for those who look like me. How often we are meant to represent as heralds a singular viewpoint of a religion an audience does not appreciate to dare think upon.
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To give a stage because it is deserved vs to give a stage because it is valued; a stage is given all the same. My end results are what is perceived, not and never my toil.
Meaning is what drives me. Anger at a lack of substantive meaning drives me further in a fury.
I revile the lack of meaning which prescribes upon me a foul meaning.
It bothers me that I seem to be asked to show the depths of my love for meaning.
Bums me out that this is catalyst for pursuit. To stab at injustice.
To be perceived.
I am truly damned by the weight of the challenge, that I must advocate for the humanity perceived of those within and all around, against the precedent of how little they seem to matter within this medium.
Like goddamn. That's a tall order. And yet.