The Last Thoughts of a Busy Mind

Acting is often one of those most discussed topics of a movie production. With many different schools of thought in how it should be presented or appreciated, it's no wonder that for many people acting is something so inherently interesting. But what does acting mean to someone who is not one? What is that passionate profession for someone without passion? How does one prepare, if one isn't an "ac...

The stench of a politician, the gagging sensation of witnessing a lobbyist, and the disgust of reviewing politics. No matter how much one despises those foul feelings, politics remains there; always glaring like a hungry beast. So in some instances, there needs to be a confrontation. One last punch, before leaving the beast and keep running.

Musicals are such a grand form of art. They mix the joy of music and song, with the storytelling fit for a king, and they reach that harmony of creating something out of this world. Imagine, if you will, the grandeur of Musicals through a whole month; the joy, the rhythm, the stories, simply said, the musicality. What's not for anyone to enjoy? Download the PDF here: https://drive.google.com/file/...

After some time apart, the voice you heard once is back again; and it's here to adhere to a promise long into making. A comedy show from half a century ago, revisited through modern eyes. Will it find a new home in the annals of comical genius? Or will it be yet another relic of the past that carry the rather unfortunate stench of its era? Will the laughter outpace the date? All and more will come...

For every beginning, there is an interlude. For every sequence, there is a transition. For every note, there is silence. Here is that interlude, that transition and that silence. The final step, and yet the very first one. The end of an era, but with the promises of a new one. Goodbye, and hope to see you all soon for the start of a new beginning, for the first frame of a new sequence, and the fir...

From two corners of a vast country, from two different cultures, two different races, two different dialects, two men were born and two men had families. In Isfahan, an illiterate baker working day and night in the vicinity of literal fires to bake sweet treats for people of all ages who relied on him for their daily bread; and in Tabriz, a highly skilled doctor who resolved people's daily ailment...

As a creature of habit, to move from a situation to another can be startling; or maybe even worse, it can be a burden on a broken psyche. To experience that sadness seems like a logical step in dealing with mortality; but the result, whether logical or illogical, can remain a thorn in one's side and bring one to their knees, wishing for an ear or an eye to witness them. To remain alone in the mids...

The tool that is used more often than any other, and has the ability to shape one's thought and one's feelings through its use and misuse. A truly powerful invention of the mankind, designed to control and to liberate. From "Look Onto My Work, Ye Mighty" to "Quoth the Raven: Nevermore", language has been there for the human since birth through death. But what if one lives in an unharmonious parado...

The weight of standing on your feet all day, clutching a bunch of crumbled papers they so meticulously numbered from "AD-270" to "ZX-740"; and your information written on them time after time, only to be told that what you prepared is insufficient and you need to go through the pain all over again. That is the essence of paperwork, that is the true core of bureaucracy. It's an enemy to comfort, an...

Bob Dylan once said "We Live In a Political World", and as much as one tend to stray off the cesspool of political discussions, it seems like there's no way to avoid it fully. One of the avenues where politics show its ugly head, is in relation with art. What is art's place in politics? Or what is politic's place in arts? Is art nothing more than a political agenda for the artist? Or is art in and...

They say it is the fate of each and every member of the human race to remain alone; that loneliness is hereditary and there's no escape from it. Though they fail to mention that even with the possibility of a kernel of truth within those words, humanity does not need to go through his loneliness without accompaniment from those who one calls "friends". Friends are there to share the journey, and f...

Rage has a key to open up those far recesses in one's brain; designed to keep the most private of thoughts away. With anger, words are spoken that come through without any filter, good or bad. With anger, one might feel relieved of carrying a burden that weighed heavily on one's shoulder; but what to do when the anger dissipates? How to live with the aftermath of anger, as if nothing has happened?...

The shallowness of admitting that you need to be loved, plagues the brain of many writers and those who want to consider themselves enlightened. "Humankind is born to be alone, and thus it shall remain alone" is a mantra that for many is the basis of their judgement of their wants. But as shallow as it may appear, the desire to be loved and to be wanted is not unheard of. Some do want that someone...

To write is to create, and what is creation if not seen through the eye of some beholder? To have an audience, to have someone who will look upon the words you put upon a blank page and to have someone to appreciate them is a true gift. A gift that can bring a smile to the lips of an artist, no matter the creed or the era or the age. You can be someone who has put pen to paper for the first time,...

Any human of any age needs to come face to face with the horrifying truth that the art they love is not their own. They need to see as the owner of that piece of art destroy it, or celebrate it. To see it being torn shred by shred, in front of the masses that cheer the executioner and congratulate him on a job well done can bring anyone to the verge of tears. Such is the tale of a little animated...

"Look onto my work, ye mighty, and despair!" is not just a cry for destruction. It's a will and a want. It's when a human being works hard to leave anything behind. A piece of literature, a drawing, a poem, a musical composition, or even a short movie. Sand is the title for a project that is barely alive as of yet, and may as well change its name before it becomes a fully fledged baby. Sand is her...

To be popular, to be wanted; is it truly a shallow construct of the fragile human mind? Always looking for validation, always looking for someone to need them, what does it mean to be popular? Or how can one be popular? It's time to let go of the lies, and the outward appearance of not caring for words of praise from others. What does it mean to truly be unpopular, lonely, and always discarded yet...

The urge to have an offspring, to bring someone in the world who you can truly love unconditionally and maybe have someone to love you for who you are. All pretty dreams, but is there something underneath it? Those are the questions that rise when one is faced to a text-based game called "The Parenting Simulator", and has to revisit their idea of parenting; both the pleasant sides and unpleasant s...

Every story, regardless of good or bad, needs a beginning. There needs to be a point where everything starts, and there needs to be a point where you can look back on. Though this is not going to be the best of stories, it still needs a beginning.

One man's quest to talk, in any shape or form. There's not much consistency other than the man itself, and the subjects can vary from anything to nothing.