This is really cool, no joking.

Sooooo I finally got to Chicago after this long wait and eating up of my savings account. So now I am a poor starving artist simply applying to jobs. You know and going skydiving on Friday (Ahhhhh!)


The moral of the story and what is really cool is this new website I found that converts your writing into a picture image. It's called wordle.net and here are my two images:



versus


http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2422625/Ache


http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2422631/Ache2

These links both came from this same excerpt from a story I'm writing:

            I felt absence at first, then a chilling sensation like the breath of wind cradling me in its embrace. For a brief instant serenity—then pain. It was a blinding white pulsating light, short stabs that burst from somewhere inside me all the way to the tips of my fingers. The feeling pulsated within me, lasting for an eternity. It could have been over in an instant, minutes, or days. It was timeless.

            This is hell, I realized as my numb mind aches. I’m in hell. It was only after my eyes focused on my flaming limbs and I lifted them briefly in the air, reaching for salvation that everything just stopped. There was no me anymore.

            Those were my last moments in the year 2010.