When you have everything..
you create nothing
A friend of mine handed me a nice camera “to give it a spin” and see if I needed it. A few years ago this would've been a godsend, with ideas trickling out of every orifice of my body I'd have set forward to doing something with it. Now as a resident corporate slave who's firmly attached to the teat of the system, this event was stark in the way it non-registered. I used to reason earlier that the reason I didn't do more creative projects was the lack of money, resources, the Ausländerbehörde not accepting creativity as a valid excuse for having a work visa, laziness, lack of network.. the pit of excuses has no bottom. Now, coming from a place of plenty where I have the resources to make things work, years spent trying to find stability have eroded any last figments of creativity in me. There are days when there are no dreams in my head, the hunger has died down both in the stomach and the brain and I think more about tax efficiency than lighting, so I am on the good path to being a good middle-aged person who has given up on their dreams and gets salty as the years pass by.
Having a voice is also important and the time I spent trying to figure out corporate Germany stymied any kind of creative voice I've had. Working with career drones who can only talk about sport, profit margins or cars means a day spent without thinking about Philip K. Dick's exegesis or the latest Linklater (there seems to be two of them and I've skipped them both). This stability induced lethargy, combined with the dullness of the everyday makes me a non-questioning, almost non-human, just a piece of flesh existing for pleasure hits and bonuses.
What is the way foward from here? Only time will tell, but this is exercise in trying to keep the writer in me a bit out of the vegetative state. Will I survive?