Washing off the sins of work.

[cessibaby]

My usually over-active imagination has been quiet today.

As I sat in the kitchen eating steamed rice and broccoli reading Kundera's latest The Curtain, his six part essay on the evolution and raison d'etre of literature, it occurred to me why I feel muted

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[infinite_wild]

Your words about the death of creativity resonate with me.

My creativity is attacked both by my monotonous job and by my overwhelming desire to do all of the tasks on my "never-ending list". Yes, my list has a title and it never ends!

Thankfully, my new position at work comes with more variety, but still does not allow for me to exercise any creativity. My creative muscles are growing weaker by the paycheck. Just one of many reasons why it felt so good to mail off the job application the other day. I thank you for your encouragement.

You know why I want to build a rock wall honey? To flex my muscles, both creative and physical. Rock walls can tell stories too, although I've yet to see any erotic walls.

This reminds me of the glacial erratics found in the Willamette Valley. This is just an immature association. There's an erratic near a bunch of wineries and vineyards. We should visit it on our next tour of the wine country.

xo

[toley]

A friend directed me to this recently, and in reading your post, I'd say it speaks to you too. Sometimes it's hard not to get lost in the monotony of every day life...

http://www.marginalia.org/dfw_kenyon_commencement.html