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bad acid reflux, I was kinda dumb and ate tomato stuff a few hours before bed.
Something that always gets me is the art credits in big movies. There's dozens of people working on motion, animation, etc. Each of these is an artist, so how many different stories are there about learning to make stuff, selling stuff at cons, having their own OCs or fan AUs, etc?
Sort of like when I look at apartment buildings and the diversity in all the lives I can imagine playing out there, just blows me away.
the world is so fucking infinite. Maybe that's part of why it's so easy to imagine really good fragments of lives I could possibly have and to dismiss the really bland or actively terrible myriad possibilities.
My mind is also trying to spew out a positive spin. First I thought, maybe my favorite artist in 10 years, someone who blows me away completely, is right now cranking along trying to figure out art stuff? Then I thought, what if that's ME for someone ELSE?