doodling on the deck of the Titanic
I have been feeling more acutely the urge to do and to make, to participate in creative outlets. I don’t know why. It’s always come and gone for me on some kind of cycle. My theory there is that I need it and when I don’t have it after while I feel the absence - something hurts - and I take steps to correct it. It’s much like my need for physical exercise and mobility, the provision for which is similarly regulated by a rhythm of absence and neglect: my back feels tweaky again, I need to be better about moving around. That’s the ordinary cycle. I wonder if there’s something about this extraordinary time that also feeds this urge. Maybe it’s a need for distraction: when I draw and make music the rest of my brain eventually shuts off; the flow state is enjoyable in part because it’s a relief from any other state. Maybe it’s a need for meeting: so much feels pointless right now, having time...