I have this wonderful love affair with inarticulation. I like to see people stumble over what they want to say, backtracking, narrowing their eyes to some landscape of the mind to focus exactly on the words they say. I even love the frustration, the impotent rage, the banging of some kind of thought against the walls of language to make clear the way. It’s an incredible, beautiful thing. ...
Puddle of Consciousness
So I come in to work at 6:30.I tend to leave at around 5.This is actually a very long time to sit around working. I always wondered why I’m so exhausted by the end of the day when this sort of thing should be obvious. I’m not actually a working machine. I need to be okay with the fact that I should not be expected to be producing something at all times. I am now, and it’s...