A lot of people think that the best time to work is when one is inspired, when one is positively seized by something. But perhaps it's the opposite -- and this is in fact what I believe -- that the best time to work is when one has sufficiently forgotten what one has been working on so that one's mind is cleared (like, after an hour or so is usually enough to clear the mind). There is a lot more I can say about this, but it has a lot to do with what one believes the nature of work to be. Is it a positive expression of a time or place, or is it -- as I claim -- a repeated effort to come to terms with the weirdness that is everyday life? Does a work of art originate out of a moment of exitement out of boredem, or is it that which estranges us from our familiar world?
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