A question to my friends whose careers, dreams, or all-consuming hobbies require inspiration - what makes a place inspiring? Please, enlighten me!
I want to know because even though it's a concept I just don't get, I do feel the effects. I have spent my whole time in Barcelona cursing myself for leaving my notebook at the hostel, cursing my pen for running out of ink, and cursing the city of Barcelona for seemingly not selling pens. Anywhere.
Now that I have pen, notebook, and free time (9 hour train to Madrid), I can finally pen my ideas!
Aaaand that's the end of the blog! Sorry, the journal gets the ideas, the blog gets the rant requesting definitions of loose concepts.
But really, I would like to know why a place inspires you. Tell me.
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You can't go by recipe, it lifts you up out of your shoes, your regular rhythms of blood pumping, fingers itching, belt tight around your pants. it takes you by surprise, removes your breathe or shoves your breathe way down into your gut for reasons you don't know why. it's the sun emerging from a thicket of clouds, the taste of something familiar or incredibly different on your tongue the gesture of a child or teenager or older person as you exchange glances, something that triggers a memory, a swathe of colours that bounce off each other in ways you'd never imagined, a piece of music, the smell of someone's sweat, an astonishing piece of unexpected architecture towering above you or a tiny sign, object, piece of rubbish looking back up at you. It's the moment that takes you outside of your body and promises you that life and your journey in it is not abc, 123 but anything you want- if you promise to open your mind and your imagination to it.
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