[gb] Studio

I have now between five and ten newly empty hours a day, and the things I pushed away-seeing friends, writing fiction, eating off of plates-don’t return naturally. The project is gone, taking with it the nearly monastic order it gave to life. In its place there is: one, the need for praise…, two, the sense of failure (all those problems left unsolved, all the rough edges and clutter that you couldn’t distill to simplicity), and three, the sudden awareness of insignificance (all you have done is to turn on another blinking screen among the blinking billions in the media night sky).