Alone? More like Alone Journey.

A blog post, in spring break. This ain't even for real.

Well, I didn't feel like writing a story, so instead, I'll write a review of a fantastic artist known as Blazo. Living in Kraków, Poland, his music is a mix. Instrumental, he combines jazz-influences with the beats of hip hop all with a piano and other instruments deemed to be "classical". Through it all, he makes each track unique, with different influences, while still keeping each of them beautiful.

I'll let the music speak for itself:

Save the Earth, Do this!

To save the Earth, people ight tell you to recycle. Drive less. Do something for the environment.

But really, to save the Earth, we need a revolution. A revolution in people. We need everyone to change, not only small aspects in their life, but their beliefs and lifestyle. We must work together, everyone for this common goal. In the end, we see in politics, school or any other projects that demand group effort to be hindered because of a lack of cooperation. And with the daunting task of saving the Earth ahead of us, full cooperation would be necessary to even think of it as being even remotely possible.

But Saving the Earth will take more than just being "open-minded". We need to be completely new people. The same person with the right idea. The large number of people on Earth can either be a bane or a blessing. We need it to be a blessing.

Much like how we disagreed on those questions, we will find ourselves disagreeing on ways to save the Earth. Maybe that's why this is the blog topic. You sly old coot, Mr McCarthy. How very sneaky.

Invisible

"pitpatpitpat"

Each step he took made small splashes on top the wet cobblestone, imitating the drizzle just two hours before. He made each stride small, yet sure, placing his foot carefully each step. His face contorted to a disgruntled look as he looked down at his noisy feet He had to be quieter. He had to be invisible. Up above the only source of light was the gibbous moon, and its scattered stars. Night brought a sense of calm to the streets of London. Everyone snuck into their houses until daybreak, not only from the lack of light but because of the newfound fear.

"pitpatpitpat"

He cursed his feet, for making such loud din. He had to be invisible. He had to be invisible. The nights of London had many shady figures lurking, hugging each corner and slipping through each alleyway. They would find him. There was no comradery between these shrouds. And he was one of them. Albeit, a simple messenger, but he was a messenger of the night. Dressed in the darkest fabrics, from his breeches to his messenger hat to cover his dusty face. His jacket was buttoned as tightly as he held his small bag, holding the precious notes he carried. Then he swore he saw something. His heart leapt, and his eyes darted around, as fear began to grip his spine. His pace began to match his pounding heart.

"pitterpatterpitterpatter"

He wanted to scream at his feet. He wanted to shout for giving him away. He wasn't invisible. He wasn't invisible. Not anymore. Not ever. There were shadows twisting in the moonlight beside him. They had found him. They had found him.

"pitterterpatterterpitterterpatterter"
Then he stumbled once, and then twice. His feet betrayed him for the last time. In the night, he saw the glisten of silver against the silver moon, as in flashed down into him. he collapsed, hands outstretched, reaching for his infernal feet. And then all was still. Except for the slow, rhythmic drips of crimson onto the damp cobblestone roads.

"pitpatpitpat"

Books to read

I'm a sucker for fiction. Teen fiction.
Let me amend that, *Well-written teen fiction.
*Well-written teen fiction that contains a premise that interests me.

Maybe I'm not a deep reader. I like to read for entertainment, for the story. The books that keep me reading until 5 AM cause I need to know what happens next.

And Scott Westerfeld fits that entire bill perfectly.
While he's mostly known for his Uglies/Pretties/Specials series, I actually found that to be the least interesting, and never got around to reading anything past the first book.

His other series, "Midnighters", and more recently the in-progress "Leviathan" trilogy have both captivated my attention.

Midnighters paints a land in the U.S. where time stops for an hour for a specific group of people. A hint of realism in the fantasy, and with the variety of characters bouncing off each other dynamically, there is always one that one can relate to.

The Leviathan trilogy has to be my favorite however. The setting is an alternate steampunk WWI. I love steampunk. The visuals and feelings that it gives, of complex yet vintage machinery, the theme of exploration through the sky, the immense power this old technology has developed all make it a thrilling setting. That along wit the great story-weaving and beautiful illustrations, truly giving visuals for the vibrant world the words paint, make it an entertaining read.

What can I say?
I'm a sucker for teen fiction.