^^ "Plurals" 9/18/2010 ^^
It's a funny thing to just have one day that lasts for months. I've found that sleep and the sense of order that it gives life is something too many take for granted. Rest is like the dead space between images on a roll of film; it gives each frame (or day in this case) a clear context.
After a few months of work/classes/homework/eating/bodily caretaking 20-22 hours a day, you stop being tired all the time. The strange mobius strip feeling continues to roll on through the hours/minutes/moments.
Strangest of all, I've discovered that by micromanaging the number of minutes I can spare for a shower or bowl of soup so as to squeeze in an extra few ounces of sleep, I have more time than I can ever remember. Interesting revelations. Now that I am more saddled with responsibility and schedules than ever before, I am forced to plan so efficiently that I accomplish several times the workload I ever could when faced with large swathes of non-earmarked hours. Things get done like clockwork, and a lot of the stress of last minute rushing has been eliminated simply because my last minute may be a three days prior and I am acutely aware of it.
Even my job has turned out to have unforeseen benefits. You would assume that 6-8 hours 6 nights a week in a factory setting would quickly suck the life from a body when combined with the other complexities of my schedule. Luckily, my work has turned out to be such an automatic experience, my mind is generally free to wander. I construct vivid mental solutions to assignments from the Art Academy–leaving only the fabrication for a later time. I stir precisely drawn melodies internally as I find the words to carve out the details of those melodies character, needing only a paper scrap from a trash bin to serve as a storage device. I was even able to sketch out an entire suite of engagement images for a friend of mine while sorting magazines. It seems the more preoccupied my body, the freer my mind.
Weird.
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PS. Best time of year to be in Chillicothe, enjoy it for me.
2 comments:
We're in the same-ish part of the state. We should do coffee some time!
Caleb, so good to have some writing from you--ironically (or maybe not so, given the thesis of your post), your writing is sharper than ever . . .
sounds a bit like my graduate school experience, when I too felt a bit ethereal . . . "the best of times, and the worst of times . . ."
your art, naturally, is looking good too. let me know when you are in town.
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