tag:princeaki.com,2005:/blogs/journal?p=1Journal2019-05-29T04:30:30-05:00Prince Akifalsetag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/66786152021-07-04T08:48:11-05:002021-07-04T09:45:12-05:00Independence<div class="medium-feed-item">
<p class="medium-feed-snippet">I visited my Grandfather’s grave for the first time.</p>
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</div>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/57932822019-06-16T01:10:39-05:002023-12-10T10:27:14-06:00The Monster in the Garden<div class="medium-feed-item">
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<p class="medium-feed-snippet">I want to know.</p>
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</div>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/57739042019-05-30T13:51:22-05:002023-12-10T10:26:52-06:00A Moment in Front of a Tokyo Convenience Store at 2:47AM<div class="medium-feed-item">
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<p class="medium-feed-snippet">I think the worst feeling in the world is being alone. I could be wrong, of course, but I don’t think I am. I don’t mean having no one…</p>
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</div>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/57719352019-05-29T02:38:50-05:002023-12-10T10:27:13-06:00OCD: a Platform for Genius.<div class="medium-feed-item">
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<p class="medium-feed-snippet">I am in Tokyo right now. I’ll be back in America soon.</p>
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</div>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/55741252018-12-30T05:55:14-06:002023-12-10T10:27:14-06:00For quite some time, I have remained in a state of limbo, dancing between decisions, calmly sinking…<p>For quite some time, I have remained in a state of limbo, dancing between decisions, calmly sinking in the shallow end of life. As I was reading The Wind-up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami, it hit me. Somewhere in the midst of a thought about reading Carl Jung’s work on the Shadow while reading Murakami, it came to me that all the elements of my life make up my story. The heartbreak, the loss, the glory, the triumps. And within each story, are all the universal elements that make up every great story, every myth. How foolish it is to waste time wishing for a different story than your own! You have all the parts you need, and if there’s anything missing, maybe it’s you.</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=a1c3e18e4bcc" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/55741262018-12-30T05:53:27-06:002018-12-30T06:45:37-06:00It is New Year’s Eve Eve, I am somewhere in Shibuya, again.<figure><img src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*2IkpLhbYHvS5W6OSqh5xzw@2x.jpeg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" /></figure><p>It is New Year’s Eve Eve, I am somewhere in Shibuya, again. My beer is Yebisu (the Y is silent). The synths ring like robots singing praises to their battery overlords. It’s like 1999 in 2018, and I feel at home in this moment. As the year comes to an end, we all reflect, right? We scrape up the parts of ourselves that started to fade, hoping to salvage something close to a feeling of wholeness. No one wants to feel incomplete. Maybe I don’t feel good complete. Maybe that’s why when I have something I see what happens when I lose it. Ultimately, we define our lives and vision. For some it could be cultivating the best orchard, with the sweetest, juiciest, crunchiest apples ever. Apples so good maybe God would have given Eve a second chance. Or for some, going as deep as possible into a feeling, such as nostalgia, to find out what’s really there. Do you miss her? Do you miss how she made you feel? Do you miss all the surrounding truths at the time when she loved you? Is it all of these? None of these? I love questions. I love questions maybe more than answers. Dr. Jordan Peterson, a mentor of mine, has helped me immensely with this. It’s these questions that pull us forward, into the unknown, into the chaos, out of the comfort of our own deceit. I don’t ever want to be okay, I want to be alive. To quote Carl Jung, I’d rather be whole than be good. What’s next?</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=b4275002ce71" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/55108562018-07-23T13:49:51-05:002018-11-13T01:53:39-06:00Off The Limit<figure><img src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*76fv7z5Tq4SVfUcnCcdyjA.jpeg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" /></figure><p><em>I bet you will think I am making this up, that this is all just some made up story for the internet. Or, if you have a bit more depth, you might approach it with doubt but enough curiosity to give it a chance to live in your mind as real, whatever that means. But if you were me, if you’d felt the alien touch, tasted the kiss in a dream, then real would not come close enough to describe the story I am about to tell you.</em></p><p><strong>1.</strong></p><p>I’m waiting on the edge of the platform, a thousand feet above ground. I can see, through the rush of the new model Tesla commuter ships, the beauty of the city. From this high, it is nearly impossible to tell the difference between the movement of android or human. I get lost for a moment watching them when my phone rings. The infamous Apple ring tone sounds eerily the same as the one from long ago, despite the different world it rings in.</p><p>“Yo it’s Aki”, my voice finds a place between the humming of ships in bay.</p><p>“I saw her, it was really her man” my friend says to me, his voice piercing.</p><p>“Where did you see her?” I step back as my ship comes in, catching a glance from a girl next to me, her eyes distract me for a moment.</p><p>“In the abandoned city, about 3 kilometers off the limit” he says, static in the line.</p><p>Static means one of two things: bad connection when you’re off the limit</p><p>or</p><p>A monitored line from an Android hack.</p><p>I was in the deepest part of the city, so static meant the latter.</p><p>“I’m going to call you back, man” I hang up. The girl next to me on the platform smiles, her blonde hair reflects the sun in a way not natural, she asks me if I live around here.</p><p>“I’m new here” I say, “still looking for a place, I hear the elevation block has the best view”</p><p>“I suppose that depends on what you enjoy looking at” she says, her eyes glimmer for a moment, then I realize that it’s not the sun shining but her processor analyzing my face.</p><p>For a few seconds the September air feels cool, then is washed away by the heat of the engine. I tell her goodbye before I step on the ship,</p><p>“See you around”</p><p>I’m still learning to tell the difference between real and make believe.</p><p><strong>2.</strong></p><p>The smell of fuel danced up in front of me, the light from early Autumn over the dashboard of the ship, this was the ride that was always there for me. If I wait long enough, memories creep up, ones that know they don’t belong in this world any more. There’s one that always stays a little longer, the one with her- mid summer, I’d pick her up, she always liked the sound of the engine. My model was one of the last to use Freon, but it was almost impossible to find it now, unless you went deep enough in the lower block in East 7, so I had to go fast with the vents open to keep us cool. She liked that better though.</p><p>I can’t remember all we talked about, but there’s one thing she’d always say back to me. I’d say to her after I’d start the engine,</p><p>“How fast can you handle?”</p><p>“No limit”, she’d say,</p><p>her smile different than any other I’d seen.</p><p>I’d look down smiling, engage the drive, and even though summer was dying, it felt cool when she was with me.</p><p>Of course, now my engine starts in a different world, the sound a shell of what it used to be.</p><p>The static comes in on the system, no hack, just the wiring. My friends voice cracks through,</p><p>“Man, you gotta see this”</p><p><em>To be continued</em>.</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=3aecacc8baf0" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/55108572018-06-20T19:37:48-05:002018-11-13T01:53:39-06:00War<blockquote>“The life of man upon earth is a warfare” — Job 7:1</blockquote><figure><img src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*Y7ZFx7wDQpfX_16MovOayA.jpeg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" /></figure><p>It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything. I do not know where to start. Lost? Broken? Empty? What words would you use to describe a feeling without enough fuel? I don’t know, but what I do know is I have drifted from my true form. I allowed others, past lovers, friends, real and fake, to pull me from myself. No one is to blame, just me.</p><p>That is an important point, don’t forget it: you are running this game. You don’t get your freedom until you take it with fangs bared.</p><p>Music has been the force, along with God, that has kept me together. It has allowed me to take pieces of myself, pain and pleasure, and put them into something beautiful. Thankfully I have found an audience that has felt these songs, but somewhere along the way I stopped moving.</p><p>What causes something, or someone, to stop moving? To move, you must have fuel. And I was running on the wrong fuel. Cheap, empty fuel.</p><p>See, maybe some part of me thought that by writing the right song for her, I’d get her back. Maybe some part of me thought that writing words to the right beat, rapping them with the right cadence, could summon what no one in all of time has ever summoned: the past.</p><p>To get the dead back, you have to run on death’s fuel.</p><p>What is death’s fuel? Regret. Sorrow. Self-Pity.</p><p>I ran on these for a while, that Monte Carlo took the fuel I put into it. With death’s fuel I was welcome in certain neigborhoods. Those decaying welcomed me with open, rotting arms. The self-absorbed fools staring at themselves in dirty mirrors were always down to talk, but only with words of destruction. What am I doing here? Surely I am not damned to such a place. What troubled me is all the familiar faces I saw when I was there. People that had given up. People that had so much, yet burnt it all as a sacrifice to what they’d lost. People I cared for. What scared me most was I was doing the same.</p><p>Comfort can kill you, and I was dying.</p><p>See, it was my monsters who saved me. They reminded me who I really am, who I am designed to be. God did not design me to get lost, he designed me to win.</p><p>I shifted into 2nd gear, popped the clutch into 3rd, then 4th, speed gaining now. I could hear them, the lost, calling for me, crying for me to stay. “Keep going” my monsters would say, God would say. Some of the lost would almost catch up, grab on, bodies ripping in two from the speed. My foot goes to the clutch, 5th gear, 90 mph. They can’t handle that, but I can.</p><p>I turn the dial, my music louder now, the sun is rising, monsters smiling. I have tasted the dark, I have walked the pits of despair. God is my fuel, truth is my fuel. What songs will I make now? I still have a story to tell, a legend to write. Whatever they may be, I hope they bring you closer to the freedom I am just now starting to taste.</p><p><em>And one more thing:</em></p><p>it is not my fangs that got me there in the pits of hell,</p><p><strong>it was my fangs that got me out.</strong></p><p>Prince Aki</p><p><a href="http://www.princeaki.com">www.princeaki.com</a></p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=b06f0029d8cb" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="1" width="1" />Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/52050302018-04-26T23:39:22-05:002018-04-27T00:45:29-05:00retrogamingblog:Nintendo Characters in the Japanese Ukiyo-e Art...<img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/1cb1604d5cde27454464bb79e6e7020a/tumblr_p7m70nTrxV1rl04amo8_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/69da9908a3ed2e70bab07917e04c7c51/tumblr_p7m70nTrxV1rl04amo7_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/6c1ae3fb00bec5e08d065e6e9dd56224/tumblr_p7m70nTrxV1rl04amo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/db0581f99361bdbb32c83e178c2781ff/tumblr_p7m70nTrxV1rl04amo2_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/1440bad5fa336c9dd76cea82cdb79b99/tumblr_p7m70nTrxV1rl04amo3_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/c75da39212e2b3ff8aef994adb87487c/tumblr_p7m70nTrxV1rl04amo4_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/611c5923540d610d5818552fe0efd03b/tumblr_p7m70nTrxV1rl04amo5_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/5438f209757002c75343d34fc5c809b7/tumblr_p7m70nTrxV1rl04amo6_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><p><a href="http://retrogamerblog.com/post/173212071372/nintendo-characters-in-the-japanese-ukiyo-e-art" class="tumblr_blog">retrogamingblog</a>:</p><blockquote><p>Nintendo Characters in the Japanese Ukiyo-e Art Style made by Jed Henry</p></blockquote>
<p>free</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/50228732018-01-14T02:01:32-06:002023-12-10T10:33:04-06:00animationproclamations:
Set sail with Dali and Disney.<img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/1dc190c66c70e377e8c2d13fe1ab40d4/tumblr_omlxi9aWSq1skqw0co1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p><a href="https://animationproclamations.tumblr.com/post/158233318423/set-sail-with-dali-and-disney" class="tumblr_blog">animationproclamations</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>Set sail with Dali and Disney.</p></blockquote>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/50228742018-01-14T01:58:55-06:002018-01-14T03:15:19-06:00"Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it."“Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it.”<br><br> - <em><b>Salvador Dalí</b> (via <a href="http://quoteandinspire.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog">quoteandinspire</a>)</em>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/50228752018-01-14T01:56:24-06:002018-01-14T03:15:19-06:00coolkidsofhistory:
Salvador “I don’t do drugs I am drugs”...<img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/2160aeb5c30515c3c413c2f9d53a6bd0/tumblr_opf8m2pt1t1w8i449o1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p><a href="https://coolkidsofhistory.tumblr.com/post/160346564863/salvador-i-dont-do-drugs-i-am-drugs-dal%C3" class="tumblr_blog">coolkidsofhistory</a>:</p>
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Salvador “I don’t do drugs I am drugs” Dalí painting The Face of War, 1941.
<br></p></blockquote>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/49456082017-11-22T17:28:31-06:002017-11-22T23:45:27-06:00sometimes I think of places, just like this one. maybe the...<img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/4f4e3ee68ebc1a0eb4ba3a1869ada694/tumblr_ozuejkJs4e1wel6h0o1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>sometimes I think of places, just like this one. maybe the season is off, or the business never took off, and receipts and hopes lay scattered. maybe it’s where laughter used to creep and jump, smiles and fingers slipping under soaking suits, her breath tucked under my lips. </p>
<p>sometimes I crave places, just like this one. maybe when my season is off, or when my love hasn’t taken off, and letters and texts lay scattered, kept alive only by a screen. </p>
<p>I crave it so my fangs have a place to sink, so my venom has a place to go, even if that place has long been dead, the same venom dripping on dried pools of itself.</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/46839732017-04-25T00:49:11-05:002017-04-25T04:06:45-05:00Photo<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/efdd1b831706d0806a17742f5a679a45/tumblr_o3z8z02jdL1sq084xo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/943c10f2f1741263b3ac12ed54304757/tumblr_o3z8z02jdL1sq084xo2_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/46839742017-04-25T00:48:59-05:002017-04-25T04:06:45-05:00Photo<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/5b9a21302fd43a0cdf6a32e31c16c78a/tumblr_o4ni0zckgu1sq084xo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/b619c5095bfc63d7b1c5c333a1c0d097/tumblr_o4ni0zckgu1sq084xo2_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/f98b985f73af7dead2df17f89ed7c585/tumblr_o4ni0zckgu1sq084xo3_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/46839752017-04-25T00:47:56-05:002017-04-25T04:06:45-05:00junki15:
冬の良き朝<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/701fd7279535ce9bc50c5c7c53760351/tumblr_one9v4aYac1sq084xo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/c7dfc1fbeae78da9f794365b5514e2de/tumblr_one9v4aYac1sq084xo2_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/d48e0712d79d1f180a7e1abab22f43db/tumblr_one9v4aYac1sq084xo3_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br> <br><p><a href="http://junki15.tumblr.com/post/158829981331/%E5" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">junki15</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>冬の良き朝</p></blockquote>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/46014692017-02-22T00:30:48-06:002017-02-22T04:17:10-06:00Photo<img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/e6f099e45c24770631c5f7c57df61868/tumblr_nr3vowXFGF1qftmhbo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/45950282017-02-17T09:08:33-06:002017-02-17T12:16:56-06:00ha-roro:
ᴄʜᴜᴜ: sᴡᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ x • ᴊᴇᴀɴs x
<img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/28fd7f0c5a6bc28cefc46e0b12c0d60d/tumblr_ol4pcuApK91qk6n4oo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p><a href="http://ha-roro.tumblr.com/post/157184673767/%E1%B4%84%CA%9C%E1%B4%9C%E1%B4%9C-s%E1%B4%A1%E1%B4%87%E1%B4%80%E1%B4%9B%E1%B4%87%CA%80-x-%E1%B4%8A%E1%B4%87%E1%B4%80%C9%B4s-x" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">ha-roro</a>:</p>
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ᴄʜᴜᴜ: <a href="https://goo.gl/dglfpt" target="_blank">sᴡᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ</a> <a href="https://goo.gl/76yKm1" target="_blank">x</a> • <a href="http://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fgoo.gl%2FUXI0iD&t=OGRlMDI0MTA1OGRlZGYzYmUyMDA5YTY1MzM3OGJmODdjYmY5ZGYzMixyN3RkdDJncA%3D%3D&b=t%3A9YltZAA68k8RmZhD5Mf5pQ&p=http%3A%2F%2Fha-roro.tumblr.com%2Fpost%2F157034104770%2F%E1%B4%84%CA%9C%E1%B4%9C%E1%B4%9C-%E1%B4%87%E1%B4%8D%CA%99%CA%80%E1%B4%8F%C9%AA%E1%B4%85%E1%B4%87%CA%80%CA%8F-%E1%B4%98%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%84%E1%B4%8B%E1%B4%87%E1%B4%9B-%E1%B4%8A%E1%B4%87%E1%B4%80%C9%B4s-x&m=1" target="_blank">ᴊᴇᴀɴs</a> <a href="http://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fgoo.gl%2FCXuupA&t=MjFmMjg1OGJjNGRkMDZjZjJjMDMyNTY2NjU1NGZhNmRkYzNmNjU1NSxyN3RkdDJncA%3D%3D&b=t%3A9YltZAA68k8RmZhD5Mf5pQ&p=http%3A%2F%2Fha-roro.tumblr.com%2Fpost%2F157034104770%2F%E1%B4%84%CA%9C%E1%B4%9C%E1%B4%9C-%E1%B4%87%E1%B4%8D%CA%99%CA%80%E1%B4%8F%C9%AA%E1%B4%85%E1%B4%87%CA%80%CA%8F-%E1%B4%98%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%84%E1%B4%8B%E1%B4%87%E1%B4%9B-%E1%B4%8A%E1%B4%87%E1%B4%80%C9%B4s-x&m=1" target="_blank">x</a>
<br></p></blockquote>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/45950292017-02-17T09:08:19-06:002017-02-17T12:16:56-06:00bsfnr:
Ana Lobo
perfect. I’m here forever<img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/bc381b6c4b51ecac8a2054c862c88666/tumblr_n9vnk8nzyO1raddnzo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://bsfnr.tumblr.com/post/93960966825" target="_blank">bsfnr</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/analobo/14478203976/" target="_blank"><span class="owner-name truncate">Ana Lobo</span> </a></p>
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<p>perfect. I’m here forever</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/45950302017-02-17T09:07:36-06:002017-02-17T12:16:56-06:00Photo<img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/306465463d265e14350a1edbb9d57c59/tumblr_oj443tTTKl1r6xg0co1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/45950312017-02-17T09:07:23-06:002017-02-17T12:16:57-06:00teded:
In the winter of 1995, scientists pointed the Hubble...<img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/0870fb80183966748534520a9983f5cc/tumblr_oldjtvIA521sjwwzso1_500.gif" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p><a href="http://teded.tumblr.com/post/157357014032/in-the-winter-of-1995-scientists-pointed-the" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">teded</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><b>In the winter of 1995, scientists pointed the Hubble Telescope at an area of the sky near the Big Dipper, a spot that was dark and out of the way of light pollution from surrounding stars. The location was apparently empty, and the whole endeavor was risky. What, if anything, was going to show up? Over ten consecutive days, the telescope took close to 150 hours of exposure of that same area. And what came back was nothing short of spectacular: an image of over 1,500 distinct galaxies glimmering in a tiny sliver of the universe. </b></p>
<p><b>Now, let’s take a step back to understand the scale of this image. If you were to take a ballpoint pen and hold it at arm’s length in front of the night sky, focusing on its very tip, that is what the Hubble Telescope captured in its first Deep Field image. In other words, those 3,000 galaxies were seen in just a tiny speck of the universe, approximately one two-millionth of the night sky.</b></p>
<p><b>So the next time you stand gazing up at the night sky, take a moment to think about the enormity of what is beyond your vision, out in the dark spaces between the stars.<br></b></p>
<p>From the TED-Ed Lesson <a href="http://ed.ted.com/lessons/how-small-are-we-in-the-scale-of-the-universe-alex-hofeldt" target="_blank">How small are we in the scale of the universe? - Alex Hofeldt</a></p>
<p>Animation by <a href="http://yukaidu.com/" target="_blank">Yukai Du</a></p>
</blockquote>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/45944312017-02-16T20:25:07-06:002017-02-17T00:33:06-06:00I ask you for forgiveness. I’ve made mistakes, and hurt people....<img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/c5ec4126a7a0b113e547528de2d60dbe/tumblr_olhypvC5rx1u9fvavo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>I ask you for forgiveness. I’ve made mistakes, and hurt people. my heart, like yours, is flawed and broken, and with these songs I make I pray for healing, for myself, for those listening, and for the ones I make them for. My words may hang with darkness, my words may bathe in light, but no matter what I know my creativity has fangs of its own, and if I don’t let it free it will eat me alive. I want to be better than I was yesterday, so please give me grace as I grow, and know that no matter what, I want my art to bring life, whether new, or for just a moment something back from the dead. Although now I dance on graves, someday it will be in front of all of you, at a concert with thousands, palm trees, and maybe then the sound of all of us singing will be louder than the ghosts that call my name. -patrick</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/45827412017-02-09T00:59:19-06:002017-02-09T04:06:23-06:00Creepers & the end of the world<p>suddenly it hits me,<br>
like a cold bullet dipped in <br>
watermelon ice cream<br>
numb & sweet,<br>
and the pain comes slow.<br>
I had to hear this album, cruel summer.<br>
creepers plays as I type this,<br>
I remember all my mistakes, all my glory then.<br>
I won’t say my age cause I want to be more like Prince, which <br>
means more like me,<br>
but it was so long ago when I felt free, when I <br>
felt you.</p>
<p>remember in 2012 they said the world was gonna end?</p>
<p>maybe mine did, and this is all just a dream after death.</p>
<p>-patrick</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/45553142017-01-18T16:15:47-06:002017-01-18T19:06:12-06:00oi ocha, her / vsco B5/BW Moody / ? 6<img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/fe1adb889f0b113b7146269e927fd8f5/tumblr_ojzxubg33Q1u9fvavo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>oi ocha, her / vsco B5/BW Moody / ? 6</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/45547922017-01-18T10:12:49-06:002017-01-18T13:17:10-06:00fast food ghosts die slow / vsco P5 Instant / ? 6<img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/d5691be0f1be28dd7c2871cb1e3b2fe3/tumblr_ojzh1dh7OO1u9fvavo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>fast food ghosts die slow / vsco P5 Instant / ? 6</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/45542802017-01-17T21:16:31-06:002017-01-18T02:07:46-06:00自撮り //(-_-)zzz<img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/0c49b20fcd11ad5e9a99a09b3f3f55e2/tumblr_ojyh3jWOXA1u9fvavo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>自撮り //(-_-)zzz</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/45539852017-01-17T15:07:10-06:002017-01-17T20:16:56-06:00room. / vsco C1 Vibrant / ? 6<img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/9d5371266eeab805c78d5260227e3590/tumblr_ojxzzyndvr1u9fvavo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>room. / vsco C1 Vibrant / ? 6</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/45404842017-01-06T12:28:31-06:002023-12-10T10:31:54-06:00What makes something Kafkaesque? (in loops)<p><a href="http://teded.tumblr.com/post/155483549596/what-makes-something-kafkaesque-in-loops" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">teded</a>:</p>
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<p>The term <i>Kafkaesque</i> has entered the vernacular to describe unnecessarily complicated and frustrating experiences, like being forced to navigate labyrinths of bureaucracy. So, what makes something “Kafkaesque”? Here are some mind-bending animated loops to help you understand.<br></p>
<figure data-orig-width="540" data-orig-height="304" class="tmblr-full"><img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/829ec41d72e3248646b30825067e7af7/tumblr_inline_oj9rwptSDO1sndsvm_540.gif" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /></figure><p>Franz Kafka’s tragicomic stories act as a form of mythology for the modern industrial age, employing dream logic to explore the relationships between systems of arbitrary power and the individuals caught up in them. <br></p>
<figure data-orig-width="540" data-orig-height="304" class="tmblr-full"><img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/f088a4522bcf6215dc360b11a77c973e/tumblr_inline_oj9rwmm7G81sndsvm_540.gif" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /></figure><p>For example, in “The Trial,” K, the protagonist, is arrested out of nowhere and made to go through a bewildering process where neither the cause of his arrest, nor the nature of the judicial proceedings are made clear to him. While this story seems to focus directly on bureaucracy, the vague laws and bewildering procedures point to something far more sinister: the terrible momentum of the legal system proves unstoppable, even by supposedly powerful officials. This is a system that doesn’t serve justice, but whose sole function is to perpetuate itself.<br></p>
<figure data-orig-width="540" data-orig-height="304" class="tmblr-full"><img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/c6c1373dbb428505abbf2093e0401cd7/tumblr_inline_oj9rwn9zo31sndsvm_540.gif" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /></figure><p><br>Franz Kafka’s stories do indeed deal with many mundane and absurd aspects of modern bureaucracy, but accompanying the bleakness of Kafka’s stories, there’s a great deal of humor rooted in the nonsensical logic of the situations described. So on the one hand, it’s easy to recognize the Kafkaesque in today’s world. We rely on increasingly convoluted systems of administration that have real consequences on every aspect of our lives. And we find our every word judged by people we can’t see according to rules we don’t know. <br></p>
<figure data-orig-width="540" data-orig-height="304" class="tmblr-full"><img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/d83cbcd47298b8102d9ca00805f23bff/tumblr_inline_oj9rwkZgGD1sndsvm_540.gif" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /></figure><p>On the other hand, by fine-tuning our attention to the absurd, Kafka also reflects our shortcomings back at ourselves. In doing so, he reminds us that the world we live in is one we create, and have the power to change for the better.<br></p>
<p>From the TED-Ed Lesson <a href="http://ed.ted.com/lessons/what-makes-something-kafkaesque-noah-tavlin" target="_blank">What makes something “Kafkaesque”? - Noah Tavlin</a></p>
<p>Animation by <a href="http://ed.ted.com" target="_blank">TED-Ed</a></p>
</blockquote>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/45376372017-01-04T19:02:40-06:002017-01-04T20:05:27-06:00out of this world<p>She,<br>
Hair like vanilla fire<br>
Spilled onto me<br>
And said<br>
Take me deeper<br>
Than I just took you </p>
<p>¼/17</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44984252016-12-06T08:36:29-06:002016-12-06T09:33:08-06:0012/6/16<p>This morning I turned the water on in the shower and it was cold, I waited and waited but the hot water never snaked it’s way to the 2 by 6 foot space on this planet that I happened to be existing at.</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44794552016-11-22T13:02:11-06:002016-11-22T13:16:48-06:00If I die before I wake<p>I have lost sense of time, the second hand may be moving forward, but doesn’t move anything with it. I feel back then just as much as I do right now, and tomorrow is as real as a mythological beast. I’ve heard of it, but don’t know if I’ll ever see it. </p>
<p>How the fuck can every cell of my body still feel something that isn’t anywhere to be found.</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44794562016-11-22T13:00:18-06:002016-11-22T13:16:48-06:00Photo<img src="//68.media.tumblr.com/306a2438630a5430b7118cad1b1f8e82/tumblr_mos4eh9QhL1r5gmjgo1_500.gif" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44451542016-10-31T07:08:48-05:002017-01-16T11:22:47-06:00Halloween, 2016
I’m somewhere in Ohio and I’ve been...<img src="//66.media.tumblr.com/15837cff0f669060842c9c7406b9e558/tumblr_ofwv2oNWRv1u9fvavo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>Halloween, 2016</p>
<p>I’m somewhere in Ohio and I’ve been curled up like a dead spider in and out of sleep. my mind sapping from one dead branch to fallen leaf type thoughts but it’s all beautiful. things like “travel takes you away from your graveyard” or “travel makes it easy to see what you’re running from” but see now I’m not running anymore. now I have myself again because I finally lost myself. there is no her anymore, just the blooming possibility for someone new. I have never been hungrier, I have never been more ready to be alive. I’m new now.</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44376912016-10-26T00:05:22-05:002016-10-26T02:16:45-05:0010/26/16 12:01AM<p>In a world of photos, voices are the ghosts. <br>
Pixels lit by light from metal gods give something close to life but miss something. It’ll be 2017 sooner than it will be 2018, but it will still be 2018 sometime. But for now it’s voices that you go so long not hearing, and for now it’s photos that flood all you see. </p>
<p>I don’t even know what I’m writing but somehow it makes sense to me. My album release party, Saturday, will be a splendid occasion where my songs finally come out their cage into the eyes and ears of people who don’t even know what they just saw escape.</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44266922016-10-19T09:45:36-05:002016-10-19T14:16:46-05:00God, anycase "g"<p>When I hear the sound of running water, I am assured, comforted, by the grace. Call it God, Him or her, Her or him, it or all, it doesn’t matter so much. “Is” floats around, never stopping, if it does stop, it’s only for a moment to get you to notice. </p>
<p>Life is.</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44239692016-10-18T00:10:31-05:002016-10-18T02:33:08-05:00Autumn night, we danced.<p>Autumn night, we danced.</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44230532016-10-17T12:11:42-05:002023-12-10T10:32:11-06:00Strawberry swing<p>Got coldplay’s on now, but I think Frank’s version hits my heart harder, but also with a grace that even hell holds it’s breath for. </p>
<p>For we are all mortals, aren’t we?<br>
Any moment this could go..</p>
<p>Any moment this could..</p>
<p>But I’m still here, and I’m taking every moment I can.</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44219162016-10-16T18:02:41-05:002017-01-16T11:22:47-06:00Have I been pushing myself? At what instance do I know that...<img src="//66.media.tumblr.com/3fc7fc3d14dc7a8385294adcb4f255a1/tumblr_of5xciHBmy1u9fvavo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>Have I been pushing myself? At what instance do I know that I’m at the metal, where the gears are almost breaking? Do I seek rest with the souls that have given up, yet wear masks of self-assurance? No, I can’t. Within the marrow of my bones are monsters, they pace back and forth waiting for me to set them loose. </p>
<p>For maybe it is only my fear of their incessant hunger that holds them back. </p>
<p>Each day I feel the fear dying, and the sun dances to a song that only I am singing. </p>
<p>If you are going through hell, keep going.</p>
<p>I will keep going, and I will never stop. </p>
<p>10/16/16</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44205032016-10-15T00:10:01-05:002016-10-15T03:32:58-05:00Flying too low for the aliens to see<p>Maybe there is…something, else out there, more eyes or less, to see more or less, than me. Because Lord knows<br>
I’ve missed a lot. <br>
I’ve seen sunsets too much, <br>
But always staring at something else when it rose. </p>
<p>I drag this piece of plastic with keys of white and black through the dirt. It hits grooves and rocks, rolling over the footprints I make before it. </p>
<p>Do my songs help you? Because they help me, so I hope they help you too. </p>
<p>And if there’s aliens out there, I hope it helps them too. </p>
<p>But I’ve been flying too low for Aliens to see. </p>
<p>10/15/16 12:09 AM</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44202632016-10-12T23:05:04-05:002017-01-16T11:22:46-06:0010/12/16
She brought me here. A place of learning. With others,...<img src="//67.media.tumblr.com/b900b4a566c550f101aea559ee96f3dc/tumblr_oeywog7v1T1u9fvavo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>10/12/16</p>
<p>She brought me here. A place of learning. With others, just like me, a pool of sharks only hungry for the hunger. </p>
<p>We end the night, after a contemporary concert at smith, after beer, wine, smiles, laughter, stories, history, the inner workings of the most graceful beasts,</p>
<p>Studying in the autumn air, at Scott hall, only the dancing of seconds around us, and I don’t mind their passing</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44202642016-09-25T16:00:35-05:002017-01-16T11:22:46-06:00a cold metal casing, loaded with nostalgia and timelessness,...<img src="//67.media.tumblr.com/f2548f6c39af243c8f8170bf604f00b7/tumblr_oe2vozlLCw1u9fvavo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>a cold metal casing, loaded with nostalgia and timelessness, went from the chamber to my brain after a bang that was too quiet to be real. I guess it’s something about vacation that gets me; the suspension of life to truly live it. for moments I creep around, stretching out in my own mind, I see someone that could be my soulmate, or just another stranger I’ll never see again.</p> 9/25/16Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44202652016-09-09T19:23:43-05:002017-01-16T11:22:46-06:00do you remember the way they wrapped around you(?), skin giving...<img src="//67.media.tumblr.com/ac671689524ad46ced20c64cc10fc28b/tumblr_od9ifjLJ7k1u9fvavo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>do you remember the way they wrapped around you(?), skin giving into the fabric’s demand, the color like some 90’s dream, that I’d die in, if only God, or you, would let me. </p>
<p>baby you gave me life<br>
I was just too dead to breathe you in<br>
my lungs, now, hate the feeling <br>
of anything that doesn’t come from you<br>
but when you,<br>
still walking close to me <br>
in the delusion of my mind<br>
in those lime<br>
green<br>
pa<br>
nties<br>
I can<br>
’t <br>
breathe<br>
a<br>
t<br>
all</p>
<p>9/9/16</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44202662016-09-07T15:37:02-05:002017-01-16T11:22:47-06:00lately, population like conversation, few and far between....<img src="//67.media.tumblr.com/60a839a31db6449e669212f848c4cf8d/tumblr_od5ilroMYy1u9fvavo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>lately, population like conversation, few and far between. I’m with all the ghosts I’ve put together, and now they are taking me apart. my album has been done, waiting at the stables, teeth starting to show, almost foaming at the mouth. what’s next? what now? for once, I don’t want to look behind.</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44202672016-02-25T02:25:02-06:002016-10-14T21:23:15-05:00inside the word "forgive"<p>there must be a thousand, maybe more,<br>
angels, or demons,<br>
or some twisted thing between<br>
that take all the aching, the anger and curses, the moments in darkness that swim in sin and deceit, <br>
that take the weight of forgiveness. <br>
because all of that can’t just disappear.</p>
<p>so they all sit inside the word,<br>
waiting for the next fuck up, ready to trade in exchange an almost perfect feeling,<br>
a brand new feeling</p>
<p>with just a small scrape from the demons fang<br>
with just a small part of the angel’s wing attached</p>
<p>fixed, back on the path</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44202682016-02-15T11:55:06-06:002016-10-14T21:23:15-05:00AC VENT / 2/15/16 11:53 AM<p>I don’t owe nothin to no one. I owe all this to myself. legacy breathes because I do. these hands were made for work, my voice made to lift a thousand thousand thousand souls. if they ain’t ready, they will drown in the beautiful summer AC vibes I will flood em with.</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44202692016-02-10T19:26:38-06:002023-12-10T10:27:13-06:00GHOST ALIVE / 2/10/16 7:22 PM<p>her name just showed up in my junk mail. I thought of all the things I’d love to hear from her. I thought that her silence is worse than a curse aimed at my head. I thought that sometimes I wish I wasn’t thinking, cause all I seem to have are thoughts of a fossilized summer, purified of all the darkness I bled into it, purified of all that brought me to this moment now.</p>Prince Akitag:princeaki.com,2005:Post/44202702016-02-10T02:38:44-06:002016-10-14T21:23:15-05:00sleepless work 2/10/16 2:39AM<p>I can’t sleep. I asked myself if I believe in myself. if I believe I’ll be on a stage one day in front of thousands, giving them the feeling through my music that so many others have given me. I’m starting to believe now. </p>
<p>I’m about to throw on some clothes and get to work, because this story ain’t gonna write itself.</p>Prince Aki