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My newest plan that I will in all likelihood eventually abandon is to make sure I write something every day. I did after all plan on being a writer, and my writing-intensive courses have disappointed me in focusing solely on academic writing.


Looking for patterns is a typical human tendency, and one which I consider a hobby. I once watched as the female protagonist in the film Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind laid on a frozen lake, where gazing up at the stars she asked her companion, "What constellations do you know?" From this came my fascination with stucco. I'll lie next to someone in the dorms and, pointing at the ceiling, and ask that very question. I have yet to be answered, my friends choosing instead to remind me that we are indoors, but I am convinced that they would see something if they gave it a moment's thought. I myself always see sea-creatures, usually lobsters but sometimes fish or octopi. I wonder if it's normal for my mind to construct images with this underwater theme, or any theme at all really. Is there something my subconscious is trying to tell me? I might have a better understanding of the meaning of these patterns if someone would simply tell me what constellations they saw. Rather than assuming a lack of creativity on their part I imagine that they worry that what they see is boring, or perhaps disturbing. To what extent are we defined by what we imagine? Or the better question- To what extent do we think it defines us?