Despite how long my parents have owned their home, I've never been in my room with my door closed. My room in upstairs and down a short, winding hallway, so there's never really been a need for it. Tonight there is, and I'll just leave that one there to ferment.
I'm having secondary thoughts...tertiary thoughts, and whatever is beyond. The attachments I've developed to these people in the Delta are totally overwhelming me. I don't know, truly, how to deal when things are going smoothly. Do I party it up every night until I graduate in May, or do I distance myself gradually so they begin to not miss me? Do I proceed with business as usual? Does anyone else in the world actually consciously contemplate these things?
My room feels small, stuffed with the fog of the runoff of my thoughts (holy prepositional phrases!). This is strange. I gave up a private laboratory for a small studio, but my crafts are evading me. I am tragically uninspired. My writings, paintings, drawings have been bullshit--hollow Trojan horses of meaningless art. I want to create worthwhile, beautiful things again.
What do you do when you're uninspired for long periods? How do you cope?
Also, what's your favorite topic to write about?
Also, again-- any topic you'd like to see me try my hand at? God knows I need the work right now.