For an example of why my brain can't balance the ideas of visual creativity and written creativity please read on. This is not going to be my finest piece of writing, and for good reason, i've spent all afternoon using my brain to think up photographic scenarios.
The cause of this imbalance? Coffee.

Yes, that's right, like many others i too have an abusive relationship with coffee, particularly the instant type. Back when i was a skinny young lad, playing soccer on cold winter mornings for the infamous Bagdad Soccer team, my father would often bring along a thermos full of the most average instant coffee. The scent filled the car in which i picked the dirt out from the soles of my boots, and for some reason the scent still reminds me of Dad, and i liked my Dad, loved him, so therefore i'm naturally predisposed to like coffee.
Coffee gives me 20 minutes of self-motivation, 10 minutes of self-assurance and a good 5 minutes of energy for walking up stairs, awesome- oh, and it also makes the muscle in my right eyelid spasm.

Compromise.

There are things we want that we ain't gonna get unless we give up something, and cause i'm currently living the selfish life of a single man, I've sacrificed a stationary eyelid.

Party

At work last night i directed a young woman into the male toilets. Unfortunately i didn't realise my error until i ventured into the kitchen where Billy, dishmaster and generally funny guy excitedly proclaimed that a girl had gone into the guys toilets. No doubt the girl realised the mistake she'd made in listening to me, pity i had to run food to her table on numerous occasions.
The confusion between left and right is one of my many faults when tired, and by getting up at 4 in the morning for a photoshoot, i can ensure that the mistakes will keep occurring for the whole day.

My tiredness was well worth it though, as this photo displays one of the best ways to catch a sunrise in Bagdad, all-round favorite place of Trent. The sun rising through gumtrees as empty beer bottles lay around a 60s Ford Fairlane, glad too that this brilliant spectacle was shared with two other pleasantly early morning people (at least on this one occasion).

I'm going to keep this short, German study is calling me.

All my thanks to Rose, for giving me a photograph better than desired, and Andrew, for shifting various trailers and cars, and for letting us shoot at another of my favorite childhood places.

Easter for the non-religious

I've spent at least two days strategising over the most exciting way to commence a post that has something to do with Easter, but i think I've realised through the process that Easter isn't something i really care about, so it probably ain't going to happen. Truthfully, i'm not in need of another holiday. Of the 6 week period of being back at Uni my brain probably shifted 5% in the direction of study (i'm not even sure if it was 6 weeks, i'm only seeing time in hazy horizontal blurs) and now all that's gone to waste.

Time travels fast when you distract yourself, and as my life is currently a series of distractions, where i seem to be placing most my life's emphasis on the wrong things, e.g girls and saving money for shit that i don't need, i'm not really being very fair on myself and my most important year of my study life definitely. Damn, I'm so confused i dressed up on Easter Sunday as if i was going to church, and instead roamed the streets of Salamanca lapping up compliments and generally being a Dandy. With hindsight overdressing on Easter wasn't my coolest of moves...

Other occurrences in the world of Trent? A grand total of four New Zealand nationals are currently roaming around my house, but instead of acting like exciting predatory animals, picking off visitors in vicious kiwi-style feeding frenzies, they're nagging for tea and aggressively questioning the way i talk to my mother.

Life just ain't what it should be.

Looks like i'll just have to go out myself and make the excitement happen.

It's an annoying thing, that the lesser amount of essays i write, the more confidence i lose at being socially functional. Anyway, i've got a pretty good feeling that it's all in the mind. Lately i've been feeling that annual urge to escape. The cooler weather is turning me various shades of purple, and i'm finding myself too frequently choosing bed over study, but not just purely for the sake of sleep, but for the time it gives me for thoughts and analysis of my current situation.
Turns out that over-complication has been governing my life for the past 4 weeks, and although my university assignments have been incredibly minimal, i have somehow developed a bit of a complex about them, actually i think i'd developed specific complexes for just about every aspect of my life.

One of the things i like to do when lacking in inspiration is drive somewhere, generally wherever i feel best can clear my head and give me a little time to myself. For some odd reason this drive directed me to the quiet beach of Kingston. I walked around the paths surrounding the beach, photographing whatever caught my eye, i found it rather therapeutic, to shoot without an apparent direction or client to satisfy.

I've been shredding up the streets of West Moonah on my skateboard, which is something i've neglected for a while, and i'm using my brain less for worrying and more for makin' shit happen.

So, for any of you who seem to be caught up in the complexities of current life, i've just escaped and found refuge in simplicity and can offer a little advice that may help. Don't make yourself feel bad about reading trashy magazines, embrace advertising with consciousness that acknowledges your own role as a dupe and a victim of deception but doesn't really give a fuck.
There ain't nothing wrong with doing nothing.
Simplicity, you are my new best friend.