Passive by Inspiration

You know, it happens.  I’m on the Internet.  And there I’m observing inspiration.  Everywhere.  And there’s so much of it that I’m passive under it all, my brain is like a giant messy swath of loud paisley.  And I can’t drag myself away.  And every attempt to trim back this tendency of mine to render myself inactive in the face of being able to consume endless reading and art and video and information just tends to overwhelm me.  I haven’t gotten anything real done in years.