It was hard to live with an eye for detail and not crumble beneath the weight of these corrections.
All night long the rain.
I remembered what it was like to leap out of bed with an eagerness for the day but that feeling was long gone.
The art is what you can’t explain about why it made you feel the way it did.
The fallacies and paradox of separating work from life.
One day it will be like this for me I thought.