“The Arts Factory” by Julia on her couch

Monday November 21, 2016
5 minutes
from an Eastside Culture Crawl postcard

Last night I couldn’t sleep thought it was the art my body was trying to produce as a defense against rest and other things like chai and deep emotional currents
Thought during these moments of rise how I could use them wisely multitask almost asleep and feeling inspired and convince myself that I was going to remember all of these ideas in the morning
Then I checked myself and remembered that the words themselves were not the signal nor the purpose because the purpose is the impetuous to understand a feeling succinctly and then put it into words
That’s what we should be listening to the part where we acknowledge the need to express then take action regardless