consumption eats creation
i haven't posted on here for some six odd months. there is no particularly dark or tragic reason for this - i simply lost interest for a time, as women like me are apt to do (i.e. those who flutter and flit between consumption and creation).
i, in many ways, have been bound to consumption for these past months. this has taken the form of listening to the new Gorillaz album on repeat, reading books about dark and terrible creatures, and putting peanut butter on near everything.
when i'm tied up in consumption, creation is lost to me; i am no longer the writer, the creative, the poet, the artist, but the eater, the viewer, the listener, the reader. i am trying to befriend a balance between the taking in and the putting out.
so this is step one in the putting out.