Creativity in anxious times
Or my love-hate relationship with March 20th
It’s around 3:30am as I write this and I have just been dragged from sleep by a nightmare.
In my dream, I am running through a darkened forest, slipping and sliding down muddy embankments, trying to escape. I don’t fully understand the backstory in the dream, but I think I’m attempting to escape some prisoner-of-war encampment. I keep flipping between r…
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