subjectifly

I've forgotten moments of revelation that I came upon, in an instant, under the influence. This is how it should be. The truth comes by finding twenty thousand words to replace that moment in inebriation, with a sober and subtle analysis.

I have a bunch of film to develop from weeks ago. Too broke to send it away; no chemistry either. All I can do is wait for money, work and try to get by with my digital camera if I ever have time to shoot. I am suffering from an age old dilemma: I work to afford the luxury of being creative. However it's not just for the money I need for film, but also for creative fuel. Usually, I become a crazed beast to capture the moment. I love the need for problem solving in my job, but it's nice to exercise the right brain and let the left brain go for a while. So I'm just being...

The turning of the seasons leads to the wheel turning over one more time. I will be nothing my 30th full turn next Monday. I'm really excited. I look forward to new wisdom. My checklist of things to finish is growing with little time left. 1. Read Ulysses... (in progress) - extended until Bloomsday. 2. Construct a major poem... (in progress) - won't be done. 3. Start a major photographic project... (ideas have manifested). 4. Don't get married... (so far so good) 5. Stay at one job for over a year.... (complete) I have not given up on completing my list. I am just happy to have begun these journeys. Happy spring to all.