Tuesday, December 05, 2006

hibernate


underground
Originally uploaded by madabandon.

Now that it is cold, and considering how overstretched I am, my instinct is to hibernate. In an attempt to do so I am sleeping much more than usual, and I like it. I have not had insomnia in a while. Quite the opposite. All I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep.

I have a theory about creativity and depression that is not at all scientific but rather more spiritual. Maybe some creative people become vessels for the feelings and pain that are in the air, free radicals that most people are able to avoid. The creative person becomes a sort of emotional psychic. Sounds implausible? I wonder.

When I hear that a friend, or anyone actually, is sad or lonely or having a bad time, I feel it deeply. And because I am a sponge in that way, it is no wonder that I get depressed. But the depression has an up side, because I try to balance it by creating things that defy it and its cohorts.

2 comments:

lodgerlow said...

"When I hear that a friend, or anyone actually, is sad or lonely or having a bad time, I feel it deeply. And because I am a sponge in that way, it is no wonder that I get depressed."

I tend to think in terms of force fields rather than sponges. I feel that it is what gets through (i.e. what doesn't get deflected) rather than what is soaked up which impacts how I feel.

Thierry said...

I have often expressed the idea that I somehow miss that time of my life - around when we first met online - where I was the most depressed. I miss the creative energy that my own depression generated. I don't mean that I ever created anything great like you do with music. But I was sort of deeply connected with the rest of the world at that time. Plus, I had no inhibition whatsoever.

It's not cold in Paris. We've had the warmest fall since 1950 they say. Global warming ? Maybe...

I think of you often, dear Jonathan. I look forward to a reunion in NY, soon.

Ton ami.