I'm an obsessive person. By this I mean, that I often get overly fascinated with something that interests me, to the point where I simply have to know absolutely every little thing about it. For days and weeks, I can talk of nothing else. People around me get this glaze-over look in their eyes. It might all seem kinda scary, to the casual observer.
I've made a point of not collecting anything, because I'm worried it might drive me insane, should I fail to procure that one final Remington Standard typewriter, first edition copy of "A Tree Of Night", or Kellet's Whelk, which would make my collection complete.
My obsessions are thankfully rather varied and my attention span rather short, so it's unlikely I'll ever become one of those terrifying people who have one passion that determines them as a person, of which they ramble on ad nauseam and ad infinitum. Still, in moments of passing clarity, I take a step back to marvel at what a tremendous geek I can be. Most often this occurs when I look up and suddenly realize, that three hours have lapsed since I googled in "Maya Deren", or "North American wolf populations".
My sole, slim solace is that, obsession, is really just another word for passion. One is intrigued by something, because they are drawn to it, even if it's something disquieting, or repulsive, like, say my long-standing obsession with serial killers. Whatever interests one develops in the course of their life, are always reflections, whether we like to admit it, not, of ones own psyche. To explore them, is to explore yourself, the part of you, that can admire for hours, the perfect curve of a Kellet's Whelk.
Listening to: Death Cab For Cutie
Currently Obsessed with: The Seashells Of North America, Mary Oliver, Wolves, the girls of Wardrobe Remix, The Other
Maya Deren was an experimental filmmaker, anthropologist, a dancer, poet, writer, choreographer and quite possibly a lunatic and a witch.