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Welcome to THE BOX.
As Robin Williams used to say,
“Welcome to my mind”
This is me bearing my soul and healing my mind through the revelation of story.


You are now watching a video artist thinking out loud. This has been my process in healing my mind for a long time. You are seeing one minute vignettes of me fearlessly expressing everything that I feel. With over 9,000 pieces of content published on Instagram alone. Please remember you are watching moments of longer and more complicated thought experiments. Do not take one minute out of context until you get the complete picture. Art is supposed to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed. Don’t be afraid to tell your story. We are all our own history right now.
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Sebuah Buku


Mengenalmu itu seperti melihat sebuah buku di dalam toko buku. Dengan judul yang biasa dan sampul yang juga biasa saja. Di sampul belakangmu tidak nampak sinopsisnya, hanya ada profile dirimu dengan beberapa prestasi yang berhasil kamu dapat. Dan bagiku itu masih biasa saja. Karena bagaimana aku dapat menerka isi didalam bukunya tanpa mengetahui garis besar isi dari dalam buku tersebut (sinopsis).

Awalnya aku sama sekali tidak tertarik untuk mengetahuinya (mengenalmu). Namun setelah ku berkeliling, sepertinya bukumu saja yang mewakilkan apa yang kucari selama ini.

Lalu tanpa berharap berlebihan, aku mencoba untuk mengambilnya dan mulai membaca lembar demi lembar dari bukumu itu.

Pada halaman awal, aku sudah mulai tertarik. Bukan karena sedari awal kamu menjaminkan cerita yang menarik, justru karena sedari awal kamu menawarkan ku untuk berfikir lebih dalam.


Kamu bukanlah seseorang yang menjanjikan banyak hal, bukan pula seseorang yang memanjakan dengan cerita romansa ala anak muda jaman sekarang. Tapi kamu mempunyai caramu sendiri yang membuat ku bertahan untuk tetap terus membacamu sampai ku benar benar paham, caramu memang berbeda.


Seandainya sejak awal ku sudah acuh dan tak pernah mencoba membacanya, mungkin kini aku akan menyesal karena telah melewatkan suatu hal yang besar. Sesuatu hal yang hanya dapat dilihat dari dekat, dan hanya dapat dipahami dengan ketulusan dan kejernihan pikiran.


Ya, kurang lebih seperti itulah awal mula pertemuan kami. Dengan sedikit dipersingkat, namun kurang lebih begitulah ceritanya dari sudut pandangku yang akhirnya begitu mengaguminya. Mengagumi cara berfikirnya. Dia adalah seorang yang cerdas, dan pemikir yang cukup berat hehe.. sama dengan ku, makanya aku jadi merasa punya partner berfikir berat juga (berdiskusi, bertukar pikiran).


Lalu bagaimana selanjutnya?

Sabar ya.. Nanti akan aku ceritakan lagi.

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Storytelling might be the one activity, beyond loving and hating and physically sustaining ourselves, in which all communities engage. We don鈥檛 yet know whether whales and dolphins and wolves might be telling stories too, but we can be sure that all of humans are and always have. I look at this image sometimes before I begin writing a story myself, to remind myself that I鈥檓 part of a long tradition. To remind myself that I鈥檓 not trying to be original, or to entertain, or to educate, or to castigate, so much as I鈥檓 simply participating in the longest, greatest, most fundamental human tradition.
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Writing Prompts

1) “What would you say if I said I wanted a child?” “Look in the mirror”

2) Where ON EARTH WERE YOU HIDING THAT

3) “I’ve never felt more like an electrical outlit” “I’m not gonna even ask” “okay good because I dont know where I was going with that”

4) You’re a little close there buddy

5) Person A *trying to flirt w crush* “If you were an avacado I wouldn’t date you” “…..but I’m not an avacado?”

6) I don’t speak dumbass

7) why the fuck are you in a tree

8) free the birds free the birds

9) “Do you think they have straws?” “Look at you drink and what’s in your mouth”

10) Are skittles and m&m’s cousins?

11) “what would you do if I-” I’d stab you with a spoon and drag your body up the staircase”

12) You aren’t cool- I’ve known you since we were 10 and you tried to flirt by kissing a frog and telling your crush it reminded you of them

13) You’re like a tall leprechaun

14) Why did you bring that? Where did you even get that?

15) You have a really cute smile

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[Sao Hôm - Sao Mai]

Vũ trụ dù được bao trùm bởi bóng đêm bất tận đến đâu thì những ngôi sao, vẫn luôn nổi bật nhất trên chiếc váy đen của bầu trời…. Mỗi ngôi sao là một hạt cườm, một ước mơ, của một cô bé, cậu bé, là vật định ước của một chàng trai, hay một cô gái… Hay là sự bất tử của một tình yêu vô hạn… Mà khi ta chết đi, chính ta lại điểm thêm vẻ đẹp cho bầu trời sao đó…

Xưa ở một vùng đất nọ nơi chẳng có thù hận, mâu thuẫn, chỉ có tiếng cười vui và ca hát, nơi gọi là xứ Hạnh Phúc. Nhà vua xứ Hạnh Phúc có một nàng công chúa vô cùng xinh xắn, đáng yêu… Mọi chàng trai đều si mê trước vẻ đẹp của nàng… Nàng như một đoá hoa nở ra trong hạnh phúc và tiếng cười ở miền đất thần tiên… Một thiên thần bước ra từ cổ tích.

Một ngày nọ, trong lúc nàng đi tản bộ trong Rừng, nàng vô tình bắt gặp một chàng trai trẻ với cây đàn trên tay… Chàng vừa đi vừa cất tiếng ca… Chàng ca về xứ Hạnh Phúc… Ca về trẻ con, ca về người gia,… Chàng ca về Chàng… Và ước mơ được găpj công chúa… Được ca cho nàng nghe về tình cảm của chàng… Những lời mộc mạc, giản dị từ trong con tim đang nở rộ nhưng bông hoa Tình Yêu của chàng…
Công chúa nghe chàng ca, từng lời ngây ngô, từng cung đanf ngân nga… Và công chúa cũng theo những giai điệu mà rộn ràng con tim…
Từ đó, ngày nào công chúa cũng tìm chàng, để nghe Chàng hát, nghe Chàng ca… Tự lúc nào… 2 trái tim đã đập cùng nhịp…

Nhưng những giai điệu tình yêu cũng vang đến nơi nhà vua… Nhà vua không bằng lòng với tình yêu đó… Khuyên can cả 2, và hứa sẽ tìm cho công chúa một người để cho nàng hạnh phúc nhưng đức vua đâu biết rằng… Hạnh phúc của công chúa lâu nay, chính là Chàng Trai.

Nàng buồn lắm… Biết là hạnh phúc của mình ngắn chẳng tày gang… Con tim nàng đã ngây dại trong tình yêu đó và để bây giờ, tình yêu đó cũng như hoa đến lúc tàn… Tối hôm đó, nàng trốn vào trong rừng, tìm đến con sông Vĩnh Cữu, nàng cất tiếng hát rồi đắm mình theo dòng chảy của con sông… Tình yêu của nàng… Cũng theo dòng nước mà trở nên Vĩnh Cửu. Nàng hoá thành một ngôi sao… Ngôi sao sáng nhất, đẹp nhất rồi bay lên trời… Bầu trời đêm lại long lanh lấp lánh, tan trọng nụ cười của nàng - sao Hôm.

Khi ngày mới ló rạng, Chàng Trai đi tìm Nàng, nhưng chỉ còn lại những giai điệu Vĩnh Cửu của con sông vì cảm động mà ngân nga cho Chàng nghe. Chàng lại lấy đàn ra, vừa đàn vừa ca, rồi đắm mình theo dòng nước… Bản tình ca đó cũng theo dòng nước mà trở nên Bất tận…
Chàng không lấp lánh không hào nhoáng nhưng tâm hồn Chàng là một viên ngọc sáng không đâu có. Chàng hoá thành một ngôi sao, bay lên trời… Ngôi sao bình dị, óng ánh ban ngày… sao Mai là Chàng.

Bản tình ca của 2 người cũng vang đến nơi nhà vua… Nhà vua hớt hải chạy khắp nơi tìm con gái cưng… Nhưng mọi nỗ lực cũng chỉ là tiếng hát trong vắt nơi con sông Vĩnh cưu…
Nhà vua biến thành ngôi sao, gọi là sao Vượt

Mỗi chiều tà, trên trời cao đêu lấp lánh một ngôi sao ở phía Đông, gọi là sao Hôm. Sáng sớm, trời Tây lại óng ánh một ngôi sao, gọi là sao Mai…
Sao hôm sao Mai, cách nhau một trời Đông Tây nhưng vẫn ngóng chờ nhau… Nhưng chẳng bao giờ sáng được cùng nhau…
Tối tối, lại có một ngôi sao, chạy trên trời… Như là đang tìm kiếm gì đó… Gọi là sao Vượt .

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Welcome to THE BOX.
As Robin Williams used to say,
“Welcome to my mind”
This is me bearing my soul and healing my mind through the revelation of story.


You are now watching a video artist thinking out loud. This has been my process in healing my mind for a long time. You are seeing one minute vignettes of me fearlessly expressing everything that I feel. With over 9,000 pieces of content published on Instagram alone. Please remember you are watching moments of longer and more complicated thought experiments. Do not take one minute out of context until you get the complete picture. Art is supposed to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed. Don’t be afraid to tell your story. We are all our own history right now.
Instagram The Box • kirknoland
Facebook • Kirkland Noland “Human minds are societies of minds; we run on ecosystems of thinking”. PLEASE SUPPORT AND FOLLOW #THE BOX. 🔥 @Kirknoland Go check out some interviews on IGTV.⁣
⁣. 💯 Mini- Documentaries in a Box #K2.0 #THENEXTBIGIDEA #STORYTELLING #DETROIT #THEWORLD #HUMANITY #EVERYONESBEAUTIFUL⁣
⁣#KirkNoland #videoproducer #instagram #follow #interviews #detroitartist #detroitdirector #creativedirector #THEBOX #comedian #TheBox👍‪ #pandemic #caronavirusoutbreak #Quarantined #QuarantineAndChill‬ #pandemic2020 #quarantinelife #coronavirus #quarantinelife #stayhome #thinkoutsidethebox #thinkforyourself
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Chapter 4 // Faded

My dad runs back inside Aria’s cottage, as I stay outside with Poki her German Shepard. I get a notification from snap and see it’s from Chase44. I view the snap and it was a photo of Poki and I in a different angle shot now. I look over into the woods and see nothing but the darkness. I was kind of spooked.. this kid can’t be a close friend of Stella. This guy is a creep. He’s been lurking when I was trying to investigate who this Chase person is. I run inside with Poki and my dad says “where you going Shay? I was just heading back out”. He lights up a cigarette walking back out, I give him some vague answer. “oh nothing just chilly..” yeah I should of said something but this person hasn’t done anything disturbing. But the snaps of pictures of me being sent to me is weird as fuck. I was thinking about whether telling my parents and then I just heard my older brother Shane talking to everybody about the Stella situation. “You know who I think did it? It was probably that little cunt Mr. Demetri he was known for getting closer to his grade 10 girls!” My head was filling with anger. But it honestly could be anyone we have no proof to point fingers on anyone at the moment. I immediately pull my brother aside “can I show you something.” My big brother follows me to one of the bedrooms, I show him what I previous screenshots and recently recived snaps of me and the dog. “Who’s taking this?” Shane asks. I explained to him about everything, how I got the contact and why. Before I got to finish telling him about everything, we hear Aria screaming in terror. The dog barking loud. “What the fuck is going on?!” Shane yells, everyone there including myself head to the backyard. Aria standing there in tears, pointing towards the woods and at first I seen darkness like before but there was something far ahead in the grass. My dad grabbed my mother and I was in complete shock. Stella’s roting body in the backyard. She was so rotten we couldn’t tell it was her. But we new. She still had her charm bracelet on. That was it. Nothing else. Completely naked. I was sobbing. My brother was fuming and filled with emotions, I just could tell he wanted to fuck someone up. “Whoever did this has hell to pay.” Shane says. My brother wanted me to open my Snapchat and check for this Chase44 and he was gone. I even searched the account and nothing was to be found. The whole thing was strange that it made Shane believe that user had something to do with this. My parents, Aria and everyone where confused at what we were referring to but cops & detectives show up to the scene and we explain the whole situation. Her body was finally found but the case of how she was murdered is still being investigated.

To be continued S t a y T u n e D !

(Sorry for the crappy iPhone chapter) links of the previous chapters will be entered soon! @lushonacid for more stories 👻

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‘Story writing… but what happens next?’

That was the caption a year ago and well a lot has happened in that year - both in story and out. It’s still not finished yet - other things have gotten in the way - but I’m not giving up on it (even if it’s rubbish.) I will finish a story that I’ve started - plus there’s no better time than now. Also I was thinking about it and this story actually sparked the creation of a lot of this years work. Starting it pushed me to explore writing for SP3 - which lead to the NONSENSE stuff - then the SENSE stuff - and ultimately the SINS. It’s strange how things turn out when you trace them back.

It’s important to remember that in the moment something might seem pointless or not of great importance - but when you look back you may just notice that that decision was the best you ever made - so believe in everything you do. 💛

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Schools of fish pass by, but the tall man doesn’t notice. His eyes are fixated on the glass in front of him, a perfect display of the depthless ocean that surrounds him. Yet the view fades behind his own reflexion. 

Grey hair is peppered throughout his short curls. Months ago, they weren’t there. Neither were the dark circles under his grey eyes. Even his skin is grey, deprived of artificial sunlight from spending so many hours in his office. His old age sneaked up on him, rendering him bland. 

A Great White glides passed him. Beady, soulless eyes trailed by a large fin swaying back and forth lazily. The King of the Waters. Free to do as he wishes. Creatures cower in his wake, knowing better than to face the rows of pointed teeth. 

The man grins, wrinkles creasing. Such a beautiful beast

His gaze shifts to the hundreds of glass globes before him, seemingly unending. His own kingdom, Nepturi, given to him as a birthright. His eyes skim over them, counting each one. The numbers tally up, each a part of his possession. 

“Emperor Aul,” a familiar voice says as its owner enters the dark office. No lights are on, only the fragmented rays of sunlight able to reach through the ocean’s blue waters illuminate the room. 

Cathan turns around, his movements lazy. His back faces the vast biome, like a king standing before his kingdom. Feigning boredom, he slowly sits at his desk, facing his guest. “Commander Ray, please sit.” The politeness is mocking, but the Commander forces a grateful smile. 

“I’m afraid I cannot, there is a pressing issue at hand.” 

Cathan doesn’t flinch or lean forward. He remains slouched in his seat, an impassive face staring back at the Commander, who skirms in his spot. 

Everything is calculated. Every movement the Commander makes is noted, every word is carefully scrutinized. Any sign of defiance ready to be squashed by the powerful jaws of the Emperor’s power. A sliver of pride erupts deep inside his heart, proud of his might. 

Cathan Aul is the Great White of the City of Globes. Let them cower in my presence, says the demon inside him. Painfully slow, a grin spreads across his lips as if carved by a knife. “And what is this pressing issue, Commander?” 

“A prison break occurred exactly an hour ago.” The words are carefully let out. The bad news has yet to come. “The Doctor has escaped.”

Everything stills. No fish or sharks pass by the glass wall. The air grows cool as if Hell froze over, leaving the earth shivering and bare. 

Cathan’s grin widens dangerously. Beads of sweat roll down the Commander’s pale forehead, his dark beard catching each one like a fish net. To his credit, he keeps his dark eyes fixated on the Emperor. 

“I’m struggling to understand how the most secure cell in my prison was breached.” 

“Traitors of the prison guard, Your Majesty. Seems like the Doctor has many followers, more than we estimated.” 

Such disobedience. Schools of fish can gather like an army, but the jaws of the great white will win nonetheless. 

Rising to his feet, the Emperor returns to the glass wall behind his desk. The Commander flinches at the sudden movement. Aul’s blank eyes pore over the globes, counting them again. So many fish, but how many rising up against their King? 

“We are still in possession of the file. No matter what he tries, the Doctor won’t be able to sway the whole city against the throne.” Adds the Commander. When noticing His Majesty’s continued silence, he tries again. “We don’t know where he’s hiding, but intels have mentioned they’ve found his son. He’s hiding in Pearl Harbor.” 

At this, the Emperor’s eyes shift to a globe nearly too far to see. Pearl Harbor. He lets the Commander shift uncomfortably behind him, the awaited answer sitting purposefully on his tongue. Each second of silence makes the air grow denser, until a deranged sound escapes the man’s throat as if unable to breathe. Fear is a powerful claw. 

Finally, Cathan lets out the words in a calm manner, every syllable injected with more venom than the last. “Find his son, and if he escapes my prison, Commander, you will face the torture I have planned for his father.” 

The man bows as quickly as he can before scurrying out, the heavy doors of the office nearly slamming shut behind him. 

A set of pearly white teeth glimmer in the reflection on the glass. Hungry and dangerous, like the jaws of a Great White ready to drain life out of its prey. 

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Whitechapel - “Hickory Creek”

It’s so hard to let go, you can hear me but I’m invisible, but if you dig out your eyes maybe pain will subside, the worst that could happen is you never see me again…

But the worst is yet to come… my friend.

This path I walk is comforting, but now I’m left to sing this song alone… I’m fading faster now.

I left so long ago, you never noticed I was gone, now that you don’t have eyes maybe now you’ll realize that within your own head, you’re creating these lies,

For what it’s worth, you’re still beautiful… but beauty lies within the eyes.

This path I walk is comforting, but now I’m left to sing this song alone, I’m fading faster now, It’s time to walk away with nothing left, nothing left in my soul.

I’m fading into myself.

This path I walk is comforting, but now I’m left to sing this song… alone, I’m fading faster now, It’s time to walk away with nothing left, nothing left in my soul, I’m fading faster now.

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This is Nara, one of my original characters/symbol character that I use. She is part of the Masters of Midgard universe, playing a fundamental role throughout history directly and often indirectly.

It’s difficult to talk about Nara’s personality, but it is certainly the type of character that many would love or hate. The same goes for herself: she either likes or hates people.

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