I spent a lot of time writing this past week. Hours on Saturday and Sunday and Tuesday and nothing “produced.” First I once again felt too resigned to publish a piece about politics. I couldn’t even get people who espoused the same principles as me to listen when I sat at the same table as them and got paid for my research and writing and knowledge. What makes me think this is any less futile.
On Monday, I went with a friend to see butterflies at the nature museum, and I listened to a bunch of podcasts on Buddhism / psychology, and I thought about newly hatched butterflies being in no rush to leave the hatchery, and about the lessons of playing tag when you can and enjoying what you eat so much your entire body vibrates. That’s the piece I failed to produce on Tuesday. (What does a butterfly care about its economic value.)
Last night I listened to a data discussion organized by COVID-19 Resources Canada, a bunch of professionals doing their best to track and predict what’s going on despite inadequate information related to widespread denial. I couldn’t keep up with the science and acronyms, but the tone felt familiar (surreal). That inspires a piece about documenting the real-time collapse of society that I expect to not produce today.
Pieces I did not produce
I spent a lot of time writing this past week. Hours on Saturday and Sunday and Tuesday and nothing “produced.” First I once again felt too resigned to publish a piece about politics. I couldn’t even get people who espoused the same principles as me to listen when I sat at the same table as them and got paid for my research and writing and knowledge. What makes me think this is any less futile.
On Monday, I went with a friend to see butterflies at the nature museum, and I listened to a bunch of podcasts on Buddhism / psychology, and I thought about newly hatched butterflies being in no rush to leave the hatchery, and about the lessons of playing tag when you can and enjoying what you eat so much your entire body vibrates. That’s the piece I failed to produce on Tuesday. (What does a butterfly care about its economic value.)
Last night I listened to a data discussion organized by COVID-19 Resources Canada, a bunch of professionals doing their best to track and predict what’s going on despite inadequate information related to widespread denial. I couldn’t keep up with the science and acronyms, but the tone felt familiar (surreal). That inspires a piece about documenting the real-time collapse of society that I expect to not produce today.