Great Work Cannot Survive a Quiet Room

Isolating yourself in a quiet room to generate your work makes no sense.

What is it you believe requires your undivided attention?

I’ll tell you.

It’s the artificial, the contrived, the expected.

It is only the demands placed on the soul by something counter to your natural abilities that would require such a synthetic environment.

Nobody would converse in pure silence. Even the solitude that enriches you is filled with the disorganized and dendritic settings of nature.

If your work is to be something other than your most immediate voice then you are expressing neither your experience nor your theories.

Conscripting one’s conscience to barren spaces can only yield a false bounty.

Don’t attend to the habits of so-called proper work, just allow what you would in any casual encounter.

Work is not a time to think, for your walks and daydreams have already exercised your reasons.

One’s environment should be as alive as their creation. It is the here and now that feeds the essence you’re chasing. Your words should drink from the thicket laid by your senses.

Don’t disconnect from commotion only to find yourself settling for residues of inspiration, all because you chose to close the door.

Your best work is not an observation of life, it is life.