Nonsense I

Things that are on my mind before this first blizzard of the year:

Spike Jonze. Being stoked for life.

Drinking so much coffee right now. More than ever.

Monet. Impressionism. I have a bunch of wallpapers of Monet paintings. Fool, right? Look at me, an artist.

What was college. Of course.

Exploring past.

Creating. I haven't made something in so long. Maybe today that movie comes out of hiding.

My skin. A horrific few weeks. Painfully learning the definition of chronic. I've been bid-ridden, immobile, infected. Suffering the loss of hands, the loss of turning my neck, all in the name of hopefully not needing to suffer anymore.

More coffee.

Walking in the cold.

A storm before traveling "home".

What do I want to make. What do I need to make.

Skateboarding -- that feeling of flow.

Homesickness.

An expert is just an idiot who committed to an idea.

I haven't committed to an idea yet.

Roll in the paper. It will roll itself.

Do you know how to do that?

Yeah.

Gibberish.

Reading Mary Oliver. Bookmarking pages. Highlighting in purple.

Ethiopian Jazz. No lyrics that didn't praise the government. It's all instrumental.

That sound? That flashing? Caffeinated eyes and ears.

Messi won the World Cup.

All this equipment, untouched. I have ability to create something, so much access. Too much decision.

Like walking through a Costco.

An unfinished apartment.

Chasing a feeling of wanting to make something that will make you, have a feeling.

Letting go of that inner critic. He's a dick.

Showed up to a Neofuturist show. One of two weekends in the year they weren't showing. Neofuturist.

Keep your nails short. Revise, edit, write, revise again.

Wake up and find a new obsession. A new fixation.

Make no sense. perfect.