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.