I just had a long stretch of about two weeks wherein I was so stressed about classes that I had no creativity whatsoever. the creativity reached it apex in new york, where I mixed together dozens of audio tracks into one cohesive cacophony. I took the LibriVox reading of Moby Dick and mixed all the tracks together, then overdubbed every single Beethoven symphony. it gives off the effect of being in a crowded room with violins tuning, a lull before the concert that never really starts. it's 90 minutes long. I captured the moment before a concert and stretched it out into 90 minutes, from easily 50 hours of audio.  it's perfect.

but then I came back to school from new york and calculus hit me like a brick.  I only just now got the flow that allowed me to do anything creative at all back.  I guess this is why I'm not asleep; it's 4am.  it's 4am and I'm charging my camera battery in a library outlet so that I can take some night shots, because tonight, I realized, is perfect.

I sound like Ed Wood.

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