Sparse poetry or tough detective fiction are always in decent proximity. A few people tell me that I've got something in my own writing, but I don't care since it will all end up in a steamer trunk, anyhow. Music helps me accurately retrieve my memories. Sort of like a massive neurological card catalog. Nifty.
Oh yeah, getting away from the city is clutch decompression. So every few months, me and some friends watch the crazy stars out in the Mojave. I'm not a camping fiend, but I need to see the Milky Way galaxy frequently to remind me how silly our comic book religions, turf wars, and evaporating possessions are. That sounds heavy, but believe me, you'll bust out laughing if you go out there and let the stars show you that fundamental truth.