Thrown into a world where formal writing takes up all my time, though I was trained to work with visuals feels likes being thrown into a deep ravine and being expected to land on my feet. Instead I keep falling and just when I think I've crashed into the ground below, it gives way and off I go flailing in the air again. It's a constant torture, and a slow creativity killer, suppressing thoughts and ideas, in order to appropriate them for the cubicle world. The only relief I get is taking photographs, doodling, and daydreaming to be able to see past the numbing LCD screen, that drones all day, feeding me more uninteresting information. Yet yells back my inadequate incorrect format, and delusional phrasing. If I don't get to 'cut' footage, or 'correct' graphics, I might have to turn to other forms of escapism. Someone tell when it stops...