I moved into a new loft in Brooklyn with little nooks everywhere to fall asleep in and read or to find empty wine bottles in the next morning. I drink my first cup of coffee on my huge roof. I’m not sure what happened but I didn’t shoot nearly enough this month. I spent afternoons moping around because when I don’t have 10 shoots to work on waiting at my computer I don’t know what to do with myself. I kept doing this thing where I wouldn’t sleep for 30 or 40 hours and then pass out for 15-20. Also have been feeling very disconnected and undistracted and uncreative. I don’t feel like I have to have a direction, I want to think and create and have time to develop my thoughts or whatever but floating around directionless is very tiring. Not doing anything tiring is very tiring. I’ve found a library in West Village to study my self-made curriculum. I wish that my stairwell was a nicer place to spend time at in the middle of the night.
