I have trouble enjoying doing nothing, having nothing to do—trouble enjoying the unadorned, the plain and homely. I write this drinking my own bad coffee in a cold theater waiting for the class I’m teaching to begin. I’ve becoming so deeply, so biologically accustomed to having something to do—to hourly work, to striving… that as soon as those activitie…
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