Where was I when it started.
At my desk?
Scribbling in a notebook?
On the bus?
I don’t remember.
Just the sense of something bubbling up from underneath,
not words so much as information:
an ache,
a rhythm,
an instant beat.
~ Christian McEwen, World Enough & Time: On Creativity and Slowing Down
Notes:
- Photo – Anka Zhuravleva, Dreams
- Related Posts: Christian McEwen

