The other side of distraction
Happy new year.
Happy new year.
As I've been pushing myself to write more intimately about creative processes, slice of life experiences, and vulnerability, I've started to see my own writing as sounding like thinly-veiled advice columnist writing. I did not see that coming. And not coincidentally, I'm starting to
Arm in Arm, Neck hinged uncomfortably.
A simple, uncomfortable statement that stops me in my tracks.
Turning, turning, turning away in the machine.
Blogging is strange. Creating content on the internet at large is strange. I often find myself wishing I saw it all as I did two decades ago: then, I was free of the poisonous drive of associating any sense of "success" to what had been written. It was
I've been considering adding more inefficiency in my life. It's time I embraced it. Instead of trying to be a finely tuned, get-things-done-machine, I could be a bit more human and exist between my tasks. Our careers shape our lives. Being a programmer for the last
Say less.
Birds in daylight; bats at night.
Don't touch that dial.
Travelling with a dumb camera.