I need to write things down more when I think them. I have these minor little "epiphanies"... something strikes me as interesting, beautiful, or just worth musing on for a sentence or two... but I am always sans pen and paper. Then I get back here to the intellectual void that is my apartment, and I lose it all. Bah. I got my black and white film back. There're some pretty good photos, but nothing as incendiary as I'd like. Maybe it's not the photos that are all a bit boring... maybe it's my life. And maybe that lack of excitement (or at least of anything mildly thought provoking) is creeping into my creative endeavors. Take my most recent short story, for example...