I can hear the engines humming...
Humans are creative. Our industry is matched only by our inability to switch off that industry, especially when we become lazy or demotivated. The internal work goes on regardless, the furious production of our minds; stamping out thought after nebulous thought, idea after gleaming idea, wish after hopeless wish.
I am attempting to immerse myself again in that trade of beliefs and truths, facts and visions. The commerce of our brains, the business of our expressions. Take only what you need and leave what you want.
All work is my own as much as this can be said to be true. I would liken it to asserting that any oxygen that has ever been breathed by me belongs to me but by necessity must belong to no-one. Maybe this site is just a series of exhalations.
Here is my blog.