I have that childlike fervor again, trammeling through my mind again, a uniquely blended optimism for creativity that will, most likely in the next few minutes, slowly fade along with the morning. I want to create something, but don't know what. Lately, I found myself wanting to get into so many different subjects.
I want fall headfirst into futurist, techno, philosophical predictions of the internet age.
I saw a documentary on The Shining yesterday, and now I have this desire to study all of Kubrick's films, to study The Shining over and over again.
I want to dedicate myself to fitness, getting to a point of ultimate shape.
I want to find a drum set and start the band in the garage. Why do I think Jayden will be perfect for this? Cause he is math oriented. Punk is easy to play. We could do it. Just play some shitty punk music. That's all. That would make me happy.
When it's all written out, it doesn't seem that I have that much passion, but I think more than once, twice, three times a week that I am meant to do something artistic.
We were meant to create and share.
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