...the reverse side of beauty..//..Mantified

Sometimes, when you're forced to design something, nothing comes out. No matter how much you rack your brains, it seems that all the cells have decided to go on strike. Not inspired, nothing good, absolutely nothing.

It's a bit like demanding my brain to throw up, except there's nothing to throw up. You know how you get air sick or car sick or sea sick, and you feel like throwing up yet you didn't eat anything for your stomach to regurgitate? Well, emotionally, in the artistic sense, it's exactly like that. Really tiring, bothersome and so twisted to the core, you just couldn't force anything out no matter what.

I think that's what happened lately. Then again, when life gets in the way (read: "shitty landlord problems"), just trying to mentally relax is difficult. And only when the brain is relaxed can you do something interesting with it.

I'll just pop some alcohol open, not think and watch some the GazettE/Miyavi videos. I'm thinking too much.