The Light
I don’t know about you, but personally, the light – no, really, as in the light bulbs kind of light – changes the way I actually think or my work attitude, for that matter of fact.
It’s 4.44am (damn, evil number. hah!) – and I’ve been up for the whole night trying to clear my apparently endless workload. Perhaps fortune tellers *are* right – sometimes… about the kind of work-ridden life that one tends to adapt to.. BLAH!
That said, I’ve probably around 2 invoices, 2 contracts and 1 quotation, and well, 2 projects on-hand which probably all require my immediate attention.. and guess what – I haven’t laid a single keystroke on them in these like, 5 hours.
What happened 5 hours ago? The last I remembered… I was still typing sensible, words – commands, inside some text processor to actually be manifested into scripts for projects. Strange – but.. what was I doing in this stretch?
Ah, yes, of course. Someone flicked the light switch in my bedroom cum workstation. The lights went off, and I remember vaguely having loads of thoughts drifting at random to various possible scenarios – pseudo-scenarios – I’d like to call them; Scenarios that could possibly occur with respect to reality. If you’d ever watch that show by Nicholas Cage when he had the power to actually *see* the future in multiple perspectives, you’d know what I mean – everything just keeps replaying in so many possibilities that it’s difficult to stay out of a trance.
Then the creative, arty side sinks in.
By default, I’m a technical guru – the dirtier codes becomes, the more I like the code. Hah! Somehow, with the lights dimmed (or yellowed – I’ve came to notice) or even turned off, something will just kick into me – and I’ll drop *ALL* tasks at hand, including Instant Messaging, to drop around, and mess with design stuff – such as interactive portfolios, design galleries, design inspirations and all that stuff.
In one way or another, I can’t control it, unless someone physically nudges me out of this state of appreciation for.. what – beautiful multimedia? In that state, I automagically ignore everything else which going on, except looking and and interacting at/with digital art.
Sheesh. The light does change people.
(and that’s why I’ve been unproductively.. unproductive for the past few work-nights. GRR. It’s hitting me in the face now.)