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 23rd June 2021 at 10:16am
Word Count: 176
It is morning. I am waiting.
Written from
Baltimore, Maryland, Kitchen Counter

It is morning. I am waiting.

Waiting on a project; waiting for myself to get motivated.

I can always seem to find a way to stay focused, to figure out what to do next. Everything is a reaction. Is that natural. Do trees plan; is everything intentional; are they reacting to their environment continuously?

Is there a better job I could be doing? is RUNNING a graphic design business not the right thing, is just doing other peoples tasks/projects what I should be doing instead?

These construction guys look like they're having a good time. They get to be outside, build real stuff. Help people a little some of the time; not with made up things – like a website for invented objects just to be sold – but people who's wall is caving in or house is leaking. That's real right?

What is this obsession with real? is this really a question of "value" like what do I find valuable? Perhaps I need to read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance again?


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