It’s the trippiest thing, after a lethargic Saturday, I wake up on a Sunday, and fight to return, not artificially with coffee, but naturally by sitting up straight in the early morning and enduring to do my work, for two hours; my back hurts and I am not enjoying myself, then all of a sudden at 9:45am, the whole world returns to me, and the art flows through me, so that I can write again, and the edges of everything that were blurry are sharp again.