I go through stages in the way that I approach the world. I know that is a vague statement. Let me be more specific. I often spend a few months gathering information, just listening, reading, drinking and letting shit roll together in my mind. Following that will usually be a catalyzing moment, often inspired by a creative action of a friend or a blog article that makes me realize that I'm not making things of my own. I grow restless and start writing a lot. My info intake drops shortly and I push as much out of my brain as possible. It's like giving birth, except completely different. Then, when I run low on material to dump onto a page, I start to get back into trolling available sources of knowledge again.
Hmm...what's the point of writing this down? I don't know. Maybe I'm trying to change something about myself? Maybe I just wanted to think about it?
...Ah, the TV's ambient noise and light is drawing my attention. I need to learn to turn this damn box off sometimes. But now is not that time. I'll be back sometime soon.
