Days, Weeks and Months rushed past my window, it seems, and I feel accomplished in diferent ways without having accomplished none of what I set out to do. But hey, man, you can't put a price on self-knowledge.
It may sound a like zen-ish crap but it comes to me that true understandment or insight is mostly silent. So I won't burden myself with trying to express any of those conclusions.
I draw 5 x better waiting for some chick to finish the bacon sandwich I just ordered then sitting on my desk, with the white sterile light and a nice and confortable 60' degrees inclination.
if brought to a certain stillness, a state of no expectation, I don't even realize that anything is happening at all. Boom, a drawing and a bacon sandwich.