I have decided to document my final semester in high school in this blog, and hope that it will bring some needed insight into my life as well as help me through a strange time period.
What has been bothering me as of late is a lack of “creative” expression, in both idea and execution. I remember that the past three years were actually quite full of it in the forms of poetry, “novels,” and smudged sketchbooks.
Today I noted that times of exceptional productivity coincided with times of depression, or perceived depression. And while correlation does not imply causation, I must cite the works of great artists (Van Gogh would stand out in particular) inducing depression through drink and depravity. I am clean in both those aspects–my absinthe is a social one, and this I shall expound upon at a later date.
