Stuart Wilson's blog of limited appeal

Peter's spacious Boylstone Ave Pad. Steven is on the couch. Some other guy just walked in with a plan for the sofa but is putting a blanket on the floor. Laments not having made a stronger move on some "sweet chicks in the elevator" in light of sleeping arrangement. Steve is a fucker, especially because he has an apartment just two blocks away.

An idea from a lucid dream:

A man works hard to find a place of extreme imagination, creativity and clarity. Meditation and Zen. Compelling, moving ideas. Finds success. Romance. Suffering. Possible redemption. Lapse of values. Turn to psychotropic drugs or whatever. Success, repeat. Something like that. It would be one of those motion comics on iTunes. After reviewing my idea, I thing the story is a little weak, almost seems a bizarre allegory of so much baseball hullabaloo. The art would have to be intensely quirky, innovative, intelligent and probably European.

What I do find interesting is some idea of the distinction between the ideas by someone using some kind of mind-altering substance and someone who wasn't. The difference in the innovation, creativity. The difference in clarity and insight. Certainly there are many successful examples of both. One would guess that what the altered version lacked in clarity and strict continuity it often made up for imagination. But perhaps not in depth of meaning, richness of details or well-thought plot development.

Or whatever. Your results may vary. Interesting to ponder, though clear scientific data might be hard-pressed to demonstrate it. Does my above list shed some light on the organization of the qualities of art I value?

A web of secrets in trust to another in trust. A web of close, committed relationships make it work. Possibly inescapable. How to destroy web of broken promises is A Brave New World. Image of blue, viscous strand, connecting a 3 d hexagonal shape. Pulsing red with secrets.

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