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The comments following the post talked about waking up one day when you are 25 and realizing: This is life, I’m not famous, I have to have a real job and it sucks. Or something like that. That’s what the poster meant to them.
I’m not sure what all it means to me, save, first of all, that the photograph of Marilyn does not exactly forward the fabulousness of fame. In her case, she might be thinking: And then it hit me. Being famous sucks.
Then I started thinking about what it means to invent our life and just how possible is it to do it after, say, the age of 25. If we can think outside certain formulas, I think a lot is possible. Artists, however they get to stay one - are not just squeezing, inching out “something that interests them.” They stake their lives on it. That’s why they’re so crazy. I see it all the time.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
then it hit me