I Like Boxes

By Kamal Stephens

Contrary to what you may think, I think after reading this, there lies creativity, true creativity, within restriction. There are so many forms of restrictive art, none of which I wish to denounce or claim superiority over. I have much respect for it. However, the creative range I search for is not found within these bounds, nor the paper, the pencil, nor the words themselves. A range so wide in scope that its corners smash against the bounds of our own perception. Although this likely doesn’t exist (and in the case that it does, I am very unlikely to be the one to find it), refusing to search for it goes against my morals as a loser who makes stuff sometimes. The stuff I want to make is odd in shape, strange in color, and peculiar in origin, while this box is professional, polished, and extremely normal in origin. Like an Amazon package. Filed with staples or something. Or like, Al Gore postage stamps. Anyway, that's it.