The Runcible Blog

Lately I've been lacking inspiration. I haven't taken a single photograph in a long time. I don't know if it's just that nothing has interested me around here or that I'm not interested in making pictures. Oddly enough, since I got my car, I've probably gone out less than I did before (although since my class finished I've had less reason to go to boston). I'm thinking that if I move ahead full bore on this proposed trip, I might find my inspiration down south. The thread of inspiration is there -- it's my choice to follow it or stay here and look for something else. The little gremlins that I see when I take a whiff of Bondo fumes try to plant the seed of doubt in my mind. They tell me I can't do it or shouldn't do it or should do something more practical, etc. And unfortunately for most of those times when I've felt a pull from some other thread of inspiration, those gremlins (manifested in human form rather than styrene-induced hallucinogenic apparitions) have succeeded in keeping me right here. (sometimes I'm my own gremlin) I've got to get moving if I'm really going to go through with this scheme.

I've had some odd dreams the past few nights. I don't remember most of the details but remember that they were weird. In one dream, I made a series of short films and presented them to a class. I don't know what they were about, but they were well made and interesting. In a dream last night, I was watching a girl shop in a store. After thinking for a while, I remembered that it was a certain person that I had seen at NESOP a few times. I don't know why she appeared in my dream. It wasn't THAT kind of dream... There were other weird dreams too. I wonder if it has something to do with what I eat before going to bed....(peyote ice cream)