Secret Life

I have stopped writing even though my life is at an interesting point. Chaos inspires me and chaos surrounds. I am using my free time to try to organize three or more years of my video DVDs that are not really labeled very well. I get lost in the underwater worlds. I screen the videos and the hours slip by. Then it is always time for something else. I wash, work, commute. I keep myself holed up in my room trying to make back up files before restlessness and obligation tear me away. I need the reassurance of back up files every once in a while. My photographer friend is probably the most organized person I know. I am organized in some ways, but the global crossing have left me to sling images, and videos and writings in various places. I forget what is where. At the storage unit in the town where I was born, I found my fledgling paintings and snap shots from my very first trips abroad. Ticket stubs and stickers from later travels, coin collections from Indonesia, addresses of fellow travellers I met along the way, photos of me and the village , with smiles all around. It brings a odd mix of emotion as I sift through these things. Each triggering an image, a scent, a taste of another time and place. One day I will also look back on these current days as equally inspired moments and realize their importance as well. So I must write and keep track of the wonders around me for later, when time and distance lead to wisdom.