words as photographs

Working in a point where rules and procedures don't apply directly. The process is constantly fluid. When you're so exhausted you just want to let yourself go in the arms of a comprehending woman, let yourself go inside her and for one blissful moment just die just a little. I need to surrender myself to sadness, loss and exhaustion. Nothing in the tank left for decided optimism. I must retreat. Into the arms of a titan I cower.

When inspiration and motivation fail, fall back to method. I must always have a method in place. Even if things come out formulaic, they will at least come out. Consistency of output and hard work trump spikes of talent and moments of inspiration.