[psychomugs]

My most recent episode of "divine inspiration" was in the last months of my PhD. I felt like both a sponge where everything I was experiencing could be spun into a relevant idea and a faucet on full blast where I couldn't stop the flow of ideas if I tried. I had several sleepless nights and work binges that left me more energized than tired. Graduating and getting my work published were somewhat validating that the ideas weren't totally manic and made sense to at least some audiences.

The flip side is a hypersensitivity I've experienced from other periods of artistic zen (photography, music). Everything, good and bad, gets cranked up to 11 and the pendulum breaks off its carrier eventually. And so it did.