slow sunday morning ix

Good afternoon. It's 2:55pm, I'm in my room, and the rain is pouring steadily outside my watchtower window. I adore summer rain for the way that it raps against my window, the way that it washes my room in a grey tone, the way it allows me to take a day to myself guilt-free. I find that writing has been the only creative pursuit I can carve time out for lately, in the form of blog posts and reviews to friends who send me music to listen to. I'm somewhat okay with that, given that it allows me to keep up my resolution of creating one thing a day, although I have been feeling quite drab lately with my lack of experimentation. Instead, I've been in a 9-5 every day, spending my 5-9s with friends most every night. I truly believe there is an art to friendship in all forms. To good conversation, to collaboration, to all that makes connecting with others such a soul-healing experience. I had an interesting conversation about something along these lines with Zeina the other day that I've been…