muse?
Perhaps it’s just the whole Harry Mathews thing but lately I’ve been having ideas…and no time to write them down. This really sucks.
My creative mind is acting like it has a muse, except, funny, I don’t actually know who that muse is. It could be the whole pining after someone you’ve no chance with, but again, it doesn’t quite feel like that.
In other news, spring is definitely here. The jasmine outside my apartment block is flowering, and intoxicating. Jasmine is so sensual. These actual flowers are nicer than any fragrance I’ve ever worn. No wonder Grenouille went mad (from Suskind’s Perfume).
Flu is finally being defeated. About bleeding time too. Damn, my nose still hurts from last night.
