when i was young, i used to lie awake in bed at night and think. my voice echoing inside my own head. mostly it was about aliens or math, but it was my own voice.
when i grew older, i would go out driving. long trips to nowhere in particular. just my music and my thoughts. i’d call this going on “adventures”.
i used these times to come up with stories. i used this mental space to dream. it provided the fuel for my creative engine.
i’ve spent the last five or so years hemorrhaging those creative juices. my attention was consumed by other things, be it by necessity or by my choice. i would occupy myself with mental junk food. any opportunity i had to give myself room to breath and just be with myself, i turned away from it and found comfort in distraction.
earlier this week i completed the first draft of a short screenplay, after making the decision to put aside and turn off those distractions just a couple weeks prior. it may not be a good screenplay, and it may never amount to anything more than words on pages, but the success for me is in seeing that i can still do it. and in reacquainting myself with… myself.
below you’ll find my most recent work – a short film i wrote and produced all within the period of a month back in 2015. it was just me and my friend (as you’ll see). i never posted it anywhere because i didn’t believe in it and i didn’t believe in myself. but… i’m working on it.
what sort of aliens did you think about?
sex aliens, my friend. only sex aliens.
Which sex?
whoops typo, my bad. i mean SAX aliens. like little badass grey dudes who honk on the brass bobo.