i imagine someday people will ask me, "wherever do you find inspiration in this terribly, terribly trite experiment of the human condition." i am not sure how i will respond, probably in a lie of some sorts, because of the indwelt hilarity and irony of course. honestly, inspiration comes from love of monotony--from timeless entitites. whiskey, beer, girls, the collective unconscious, impending unanswered questions such as the unknown, outer space (however metaphorical this is), a dire want, ill obsessions with deprivation and self-deprecation, emulation, possessing the meaningful things, always asking why, people, the idea of meaning, etc etc.