Mental Blocks and Anarchy

Sometimes I get the very best of ideas to write about just wandering around this town and observing the vast madness of Sarajevo's drivers, pedestrians, shoppers, coppersmiths, and the various groups that percieve themselves as the 'Jet Set.' I get a sensory overload from some of the most phenomenally creative characters i have ever seen to the most absolute idiotic individuals on this dear planet of ours. Ideas flow furiously until i come here, to my little desktop in the foothills just north of Sarajevo. Here it all somehow goes blank.

I wish i could understand my mental blocks more. Why and when creative juices flow and then dry up like a desert stream. Today I had at least two fantastic themes and ideas...and now they are gone, vanished, nowhere near my fingertips as I type this nonsense onto my blog.

Something tells me i need to slow down. Soak it in more. Relax a bit. Maybe even carry a notepad and pen with me every now and then. The things i witness here on a daily basis are novel worthy be rest assured. Its just these bloody mental blocks that are killing me.

If i could just slightly relate to you the wonderful anarchy that I witness on a daily basis. The blatant disregard for rules or regulations, the exciting ability to argue and curse at policemen, smoking in the courthouse in front of a no smoking sign that is barely visible due to all the smoke, parking literlly in the middle of the street just because you feel like and don't give a rats ass if its the main road through the city, pedestrians walking in the street with small children despite the empty two-meter wide sidewalk just beside them. Its a wonderful place these balkans.

Despite all the mental blocks, its a place I'm glad to call home. Now we must get on with the revolution. Hasta la anarchy siempre.