Collective

So it turns out that the best ideas come to you when you're driving on the freeway at 2:49 a.m. and some accidental song comes on the radio that you would normally turn off without hesitation because it's hazardous to your sleep because it's a waking nightmare; and then some other far away song comes on, a band you worshiped when you were, I don't know, 13 yrs. old (Stone Roses) and for some reason, the muggy air, the reeds and marshes to your left; the oil wells to your right, the idea of Koreatown in a far off distance and some incorrigible pain in your gut that doesn't make any sense ONLY because you know exactly what it is (but it shouldn't be....THAT) all muddle together like some nonsensical soup in your head to crystallize and form the best story you've come up with in a few years, if you're being generous to your ideas...ok very generous and again, none of it makes sense but aaaalllll hints at something better: If you could JUST. STOP. FUCKING. AROUND for two minutes of your useless life, stop puttering around your kitchen digging around for things that aren't there; stop having to sleep when you're not even tired; stop watching something on your computer that you've already watched four times because you "just need something mindless!" (really, does it HAVE to be 'Jersey Shore'?) If you can do all of that and just HARNESS all of this nonsense with pen to paper, or 0's and 1's to a hard drive; if you could turn off all self-doubt that you're able to without magical powers then maybe...just MAYBE you could get the fuck out of Koreatown one day.