Not that I need it, what I really need is to finish up the countless projects I've already begun...but I'd made some notes the day before, jotted down a few related ideas. And the next morning, a bit under-the-weather (read: Hungover), I find the ideas, associations, percolating non-stop. Why? I don't know, clearly this idea had been gestating for a long time, every line found a rhyme or another, driving at every red light I'm grabbing the pen, the distraction of driving seemingly allowing a hundred, two hundred ideas to burst to the surface, I'm catching them all and scribbling them down, and road leads on to road...more ideas surface, the project completes itself, in rough, now to transcribe and filter the brainstorm. It was a rare day of inspiration and I've no desire to go back to work...
a miscellany of completely unrelated thoughts...