But the quiet is good and the overload is not a bad thing, at least I don’t think so. It is what it is. The quiet and the overload feed off each other. The more quiet I have the more I’m able to think clearly, and the more clearly I’m able to think, the more ideas I have. The higher the ideas pile up, the more I want to be alone to sort them out.
Or is this the beginnings of a descent into madness?
Aren’t creative people sometime thought to be mad? Is creativity a type of madness?
If I could stay in the house for a while to do creative things–perhaps for a year or so–maybe I would. Maybe I’d like to be a hermit. With a laptop.
Hermits. Secluded by choice. They live in caves or hovels. Where do they get their food?
I couldn’t be a complete hermit: Not only am I not fond of caves or hovels, I don’t like the idea of hunting or gathering. If I were a hermit, I’d at least need someone to deliver my groceries. Or maybe I’d go shopping for myself after work, because I’d have to work to be able to afford the food. And the internet access. For research purposes. And maybe just a bit of social networking. Just a little. I’d go offline for a certain amount of time each day.
Part-time hermits do. Like me. In our minds, though, we’re hardcore hermits building imaginary walls. And we keep up the charade until we feel like being something else.
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