a text post
so, writing now. i told myself a while back that id keep up to date with my blog posts, at least once a week, photos or text or anything, just to track myself and provide a self-checkup of creative activity. often the thoughts come, born in the brain, and simply sit and simmer in that dark den, evolving ever so slightly, until they get crammed into a mental file cabinet which is then locked in a musty cellar, rarely revisited. the blog is suppose to avoid that, or at least, help defeat the habit by witnessing alternative results. think, create, and get it out! out of my system so i can reflect upon it with hungry eyes and eat it up again, redigest and recreate. nutrients for the imagination, that’s what i need, but somewhere over the past few weeks i’ve seemed to cramp. traveling dulled my spirits as i constantly witnessed the molestation of supposed historical beauty, and my own inability to spark creative ignition added to the distraction. numerous journal entries began with “i am lost” yet never a physical reference. simply put, confused. often feeling more like a cheap tourist than a flaneur. an australian roommate in florence put it quite rightly when he announced his assumption that the realities of my travels were far from the romantic ideals i had consciously prepared for. seemingly pessimistic, but true. considering the pace at which i was moving about these new places, and lacking the language to learn, i would be stuck as the oil on the surface. and with a camera around the neck, i even dressed the part of a spectacle pleased visitor.
more to write but dinner is nearly ready.
2 years ago • Notes