If you follow me on Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter, you’ll know that, since October 1st, I’ve been posting questions I had in writing the novella I’ve since turned into the album In Principio: Eden (The Audio Experience), now available on Spotify and all other streaming platforms just like it is in the 65-second track embedded at the end of this post. But in case you didn’t see those questions (or missed some, or want to revisit them, or are just bored and want something to read right now), I’ve compiled all 31 of them here.
So without further ado, here are 31 questions I’ve had surrounding Eden:
Just so you know, this post is going to be quick and to the point. I’m just venting a little because of one question that’s bothered me for years: how come fiction has to be realistic but real life doesn’t?
I mean, it just doesn’t
Is being left-handed a blessing or a curse? I don’t necessarily care either way, but I just want to know. Because I’ve met a lot of left-handers over the years (heck, one of my brothers is left-handed), and I’m not sure if I should be jealous of their advantages or glad I don’t have their obstacles.
Shades are deceptive. I know this is a The Random post, but I’m dead serious. The sunglasses are misleading, making their wearer’s facial activity most ambiguous. Don’t understand what I’m saying? Allow me to tell you what happened on the subway last week.
[Warning: This short post is almost all questions. It’s up to you to decide the answers.]
What if roses weren’t red? What if there wasn’t, past or present, a single red rose on the planet? I can’t help but wonder what kind of ripple effects that would have throughout time.
Between our parents, the media, friends, and more, we’ve had the knowledge beaten into our brain. We’ve been told to be who we are and to be proud of what makes us different. Yet despite receiving this lesson time and time again, it appears as though many people would rather fit in than stand out.
Personally, I find great fault with this. But instead of repeating the lesson we know by heart, I’m going to tell you one ironic fact: everybody
I know who Mary Poppins is, but what is she? It may be a strange question to ask but it’s one that’s been bothering me for about…eh, we’ll call it ten minutes now. And I’m dead serious about it.
How did I come to this question?