a fish swims through the sea while the sea is in a certain sense contained within the fish oh! what am I to think of what the writing of a thousand lifetimes could not explain if all the forest trees were pens and all the oceans - ink?
you sit there at your desk for a year and a half writing word after word after word and then draft one and then draft two and then draft three and then draft four and on and on and then one day there’s a knock at the door and the man hands you a box and you open it up and there it is, that book that was in you the whole time and now it finally, actually exists and you can hold it in your hands and you turn the pages and you smile and you feel this deep down sense of satisfaction and joy and you show it to your family and then? you go back to your desk, and you sit back down, and you keep working
on the next one.
made this playlist a while back. it’s still really good. Especially in January.
(Source: Spotify)
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