I fear the cube. I did it for a while, sat in the cube processing papers and managing nonsense for others.
And it ate my soul.
I know we need day jobs. I know the day job supports the real joy of our souls but I think it also works to stop the flow of creativity.
I think the brains of writers and artists are wired differently. These brains need space. They need room to breathe creativity in and out like most need oxygen.
Cubicles suck the creativity out of the brain. Its like the cube is a crushing box pushing and shoving the brain into a cramped square where no words can escape. No art can flow. It's where the voices in your head stop talking.
I have an interview tomorrow. I fear the outcome but not for the reasons most would think. Does this make me crazy?
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Thursday, February 21, 2013
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