Issue #20
I'm in Morocco. What am I doing here? I'm here with my girlfriend, visiting, as she's going to be living here, and we've talked for a long time about visiting this country anyways. It's very close and I wanted to. I'm writing right now because I haven't written for a while and it feels healthy to. What a hot country. It sems immense. Full of opportunities in a strange way. I am not a person who functions or is transmitted well through the medium of the CV. You gotta understand that nobody really cares about what you do other than yourself. Nobody, really. That's an extremely difficult thing to learn. No one is coming to save you, and no matter what you do, time is passing, and you are creating. Perhaps you aren't painting, writing, acting, or engaged in any "literal" or "traditional" artistic tradition, but you are constantly thinking, interacting, and speaking. These are acts of creation. Your hair continues to grow, as do your finger nails. These are acts of creation. It's easier to block your own growth than it is to urge yourself to grow faster. As a result, its more important to create space than to create speed. I need plenty of space to grow. This summer will be an odd experiment in this sort of thinking. I'm going to have to go back and write and read everything as I build my company.
My company. Still nameless, I suppose. Still rather directionless (minus, of course, a few KEY components). But still, necessary, and still, coming. I anticipate that this summer will be pregnant with... activity. I don't want to name is success or not, but after having a phone call with my business partner, I feel a lot more confident and secure in our position, globally. The main part is just to pour gas on the flame. The casket can be heavy, and I don't wanna drop it. So I'll just choose not to, and go to the gym to get muscles big enough to lift it. It'll always be a choice. My girlfriend's calling me away now, so I'll get going. Off to explore this country. Ciao.