I have been pretty active on the photography front the past couple days, with no sign of slowing down. Is it weird that I have been taking pictures of real life to escape it? Because that is what I think is happening. I don't know how much sense that makes, I mean if I was writing a fictional book to escape real life that would make sense or even drawing/painting but it seems I don't have enough imagination to fictionally escape things that are going on yet taking photos of random things has allowed my brain to focus on maybe another 'reality'. Or side of it at least. I have pretty much convinced myself that I am not quite sane, not necessarily insane though. Here is my thinking. Its not that I am "not all there" but more so that I am "not all here" which means I am "all there" somewhere. I think I have just reached a new level of thought and being, mainly one that causes me to ramble and rant about absolutely nothing just for the shear fact that I am bored. Look out for many such rants, not dissimilar to this one in the near future.

Cheers.