An artist…

…reminisces about past friendships and lovers, unable to construct any coherent thought. His favorite band plays in the back, the music dangling in his head, shrinking, rousing, escalating. A note sends a chill down his spine, and colors begin to fly. Suddenly he finds himself typing; typing thoughts, typing stories.
He sketches an idea, knowing that one day, he’ll trace it just by clicking the shutter of his camera. He falls immersed in a place where he can finally… create.