WHEN I REALIZE IM 22 AND STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE
I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
I need to work.
Because I have to earn money.
Because I need to eat.
Because I need to live.
I don’t know.
Despite what you may believe, “hey, I’ll be right with you” actually means the opposite of “tell me your 7 drink order right now”.