In such a time as now, it occurs to me to wonder: Does anyone else I know experience these moments of aching (honestly, physically and tangibly aching) desire to bring something meaningful into the world? It’s a particularly painful tangent of impatience that often nips at the heels of excessive television and solitude, to create something of my own inspiration that will amount to something relevant in someone else’s mind. Something that will stir emotion like motes of dust from a rediscovered artifact, something that will find traction in the consciousness of a fellow human being and make them long for more, the way I long, at th
In such a time as now, it occurs to me to wonder: Does anyone else I know experience these moments of aching (honestly, physically and tangibly aching) desire to bring something meaningful into the world? It’s a particularly painful tangent of impatience that often nips at the heels of excessive television and solitude, to create something of my own inspiration that will amount to something relevant in someone else’s mind. Something that will stir emotion like motes of dust from a rediscovered artifact, something that will find traction in the consciousness of a fellow human being and make them long for more, the way I long, at th