He asked me
What on earth do you write about at 3am?
I tried to explain it
Probably failed
Because
You have to know what it’s like to sit in a dustbin full of crumpled papers for a headspace
Where thoughts are compressed and expelled like vapour
All day long and in such quantitude that I wonder
Where they all come from
And where they go
And although I try to sit and watch them
Disconnected
And protected from their distraction
Some are really exciting
Or disturbing
So I collect them
And at 3am
I take my intellect
Straighten all that crumpled paper out
And make sense of it
Fashion silk purses
Though I wonder where expressions like that come from
From sows ears
I guess you could say
And who first said it
These sorts of things
At 3am
Seem
Terribly interesting
Ha
Which is why I don’t sleep once my brain is awake and curious again.
Monochrome photography calms my brain. I had no idea how restful and beautiful I would find the process. It feels magical and I can’t explain why except to say there is no distraction and it is all about the pattern, light, shade, form and composition. I resisted it for a long time, now I can’t seem to get enough.
A few more from the beach this afternoon (which is the last place I would have thought it possible to prefer monochrome over colour!)
