If I didn't think, I'd be much happier
"If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time."
-- Sylvia Plath
Some days inspiration strikes high, and I find myself flying through texts, one article at a time, reading about Tolkien and world culture and all the various ways my world can come to life so I can lend my own piece of magic to the world. Other days I want to daydream on a rainy day, sipping a cup of tea, reading Sylvia Plath's journals, and fantasising about going back in time to get a glimpse of Allen Ginsberg writing Howl. It's difficult to pick between two identities sometimes, to be two sides of the same coin interchangeably. Then again, I think most people are that complex anyway, made of layers upon layers of aspects they may not be aware of. I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing.