I spent the first week here cleaning out portions of Lee's studio, instead of gallavanting about the city. Seemingly for some semblance of reality and fitting in to his life. I'm not exactly very domestic, not even in my own home. But that seems to be a rational explanation. To find a niche, so I could curl around in a warm spot. And tell myself that this is where I want to belong.

Soon enough I will have to wake and move on. Soon enough I'd've asked myself the reasons of being here. It isn't without reason, or goals. It isn't without tasks, or to form moulds. In fact, coming here I've stacked up too many creative tasks... two film script ideas, one theatre monologue that was a short film, two comic strips, one short film, and one novel. Among the handful of web projects I've promised others and myself to complete.

Soon enough, more pressing priorities will swallow those idealistic tasks. Soon enough, I will need to fondle this two inch friend for some semblance of reality. If I keep being creatively complacent.