"No. Number one, there’s more room for everybody nowadays. You can do something that’s weirder and more complicated simply because there’s going to be an audience for it. There’s not like a broad audience. Like, Saul Bellow would put out a book in the 1960s, and it would be on the best-seller list for months and months. That kind of broad, highbrow-middlebrow culture doesn’t really exist anymore. All these tiny little subcultures do exist and thrive." -James KennedyTeddy's debut here. He is sitting at my desk showing me stop-motion videos that he made for fun. Today is a dreary day, with no other way but tell the story. A great idea died today. And the months of working on it, the nights of nearly losing our minds, and the passion I have only just found and gotten used to this year. Sadly, though we all know who is to blame, we can only love our enemies and try to appreciate all the hard work that went into the idea and the campaign we attempted. Patches says to look at the things we learned, and am trying to do that this afternoon but feel impossibly drained. I felt a bit like I was on a reality show myself this morning, when I heard the news, sat at my desk waiting for Patches to turn up, and listened to Paolo Nutini until I found myself crying at my computer screen.
Am back Monday morning from Singapore, recovered from the sudden death of our idea, and the heartbreak that lingered underneath for a little while before I decided to let it go and keep going. Kingston messaged, "You are free to talk anytime. It's good to care, don't lose that. Just remember it's only bloody advertising. Silly game for people who should know better." Met Patches downstairs and he looks alright considering the crush of everything. Guess this is growing up in advertising.
Was good to get away on a road trip over the weekend, Teddy came along too. We chatted about relationships and swapped iPods, for songs about my life. James and I watched movies, and went to Haji Lane Saturday night to the other side of Singapore, away from the posh streets and classy people. Teddy met us at dinner, and we ended up at Day and Night for a drink. Left smoresball on the wall along with marker drawings and poems on the walls, and watched a couple on their first date, have their first kiss. Old songs played and I remembered the first time I wanted to paint a wall and play the piano in a Church. I can do neither, obviously.
So we buried the past of last week and are back at work on a new job. Feel a little slighted still, but I know it will pass. Read in today's devotion (Oswald Chambers) that,"The people who influence us the most are not those who buttonhole us and talk to us, but those who live their lives like the stars in heaven...perfectly, simply and unaffectedly. Those are the lives that mold us. If you want to be of use to God, get rightly related to Jesus Christ and He will make you of use unconsciously every minute you live."
