The Movements Were Beautiful, All In Your Ovaries?
Things are certainly strange these days. I'm getting to an age when nostalgia starts to hit hard. My problem is not necessarily a lack of energy but an occasional lack of motivation and a severe loss of the temporal schema of "now."
As Spike Spiegel put it,
"I've been seeing the past in one eye and the present in the other. So, I thought I could only see patches of reality, never the whole picture. / I felt like I was watching a dream I could never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over."
It's not really all that depressing at the moment, so it's perhaps not the best quote, but it sums it up pretty well. The lows are getting pretty low, though, and the highs certainly aren't getting any higher. I need to meet more people, to take more risks. Give the old Corpus Callosum some exercise (apparently people who take more risks have it more developed. I don't know if it's the cause or the effect)
I did however, have some weird ideas. One would be a frame story about a party I went to. The first frame would be me telling someone about it, then it would be a flashback to the party. It would be dark without too much color. Then, when I describe all of the people, there would be flashbacks and flashforwards in very vibrant color describing what I knew of them. If anyone wants to hand me a contract, I feel like I could make it with $5,000 if I didn't have to pay too much for actors or a camera. I'll describe it to anyone in detail, because it's actually kind of a neat idea that I will somewhat purposefully never make into anything.
Also, I have an idea for a novel about a Developmental Psychologist studying the first generation of adults that grew up in low gravity and the profound effects it had on them.
Over and Out
~S
As Spike Spiegel put it,
"I've been seeing the past in one eye and the present in the other. So, I thought I could only see patches of reality, never the whole picture. / I felt like I was watching a dream I could never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over."
It's not really all that depressing at the moment, so it's perhaps not the best quote, but it sums it up pretty well. The lows are getting pretty low, though, and the highs certainly aren't getting any higher. I need to meet more people, to take more risks. Give the old Corpus Callosum some exercise (apparently people who take more risks have it more developed. I don't know if it's the cause or the effect)
I did however, have some weird ideas. One would be a frame story about a party I went to. The first frame would be me telling someone about it, then it would be a flashback to the party. It would be dark without too much color. Then, when I describe all of the people, there would be flashbacks and flashforwards in very vibrant color describing what I knew of them. If anyone wants to hand me a contract, I feel like I could make it with $5,000 if I didn't have to pay too much for actors or a camera. I'll describe it to anyone in detail, because it's actually kind of a neat idea that I will somewhat purposefully never make into anything.
Also, I have an idea for a novel about a Developmental Psychologist studying the first generation of adults that grew up in low gravity and the profound effects it had on them.
Over and Out
~S