On imitation crab...
A game not just played by crabs
There are a number of moments from my childhood that I remember so vividly. Each memory is ripe with color, emotion and sound. I remember my father’s face when he realized that his particular sushi roll contained imitation crab. His eyes widened, his smile turned into a wry frown, his forehead wrinkled and his voice hesitated.
This is what goes on in my mind when I see something trying desperately to be anything but itself.
Lot’s of things pretending to be something else.
Lot’s of people pretending to be someone else.
Imitating what is already popular, instead of creating an original work.
It isn’t because we aren’t creative — it is because it has become easy to see someone else’s version of success as our own.