Written in 2001. This is not strictly non-fiction, but almost everything is true? The geography may also be a little skewed.
I stopped in New London on my way from Boston to New Haven once. If I remember correctly, I could see the whole town from the top of the hill, looking down into the bay. [...]
Art finds a way, despite all of my attempts to stifle it, whether intended or not. For a long time my entire identity revolved around being An Artist, and I was crazy about that feeling of exhilarating creation. I would make art for the sake of doing so, I would make art because it felt [...]
I was just writing a little for some analysis work, and in describing a recent bill for a gas pipeline passed in Alaska, I wrote “State legislators in Iraq…”
You know, Iraq, Alaska, same difference.
As for the connection between quitting my job and New York City, I think it is buried somewhere within the recesses of situational relevance - right here and now, in the fluid present, I’m in this situation and unhappy with it. In the past and future (if they can be separated as such) I’m in New York City and I’m happy. What’s happening here is making me think of what’s happening there, right here and now.
1) I’m going to disable the Twitter Update autoposts thing and just write more. I had a busy week last week, but as I only have my analysis work for London and my thesis to occupy my time now - as opposed to those things plus a full time job - I will have the [...]