I’ve been really, really sick the last few days. I’m taking a bunch of pills and potions, and I’ll be fine, but for right now things are a little foggy for me.
I can’t really read right now (my mind keeps drifting), so I’ve been looking at pictures in my art books.
When I was younger, the only medium that really had an emotional impact on me was music. You could read me a poem or stand me in front of a picture, and I would nod and say “That’s nice,” but I wouldn’t really feel anything.
As I’ve gotten older, my horizons have broadened. I can look at a picture, or read a poem, or enjoy a garden, and get the same impact that used to require a guitar solo.
I can’t tell if this post if fuzzy or not. If it is, I’ll clean it up later.