Chapters
I left the office, traveled 40 miles, and sat in three different locations, from a warehouse that smells like wet cardboard to a bus stop where I'm pretty sure I'm being judged for loitering. The irony of looking for artistic moments while wondering if you left the oven on, and the eventual realisation that sometimes, the plan is just rubbish (mine was). You can't manufacture inspiration; sometimes you're just in an expensive place to be stuck.
