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Photo 26 Sep Wanna go for a walk? (The one to work doesn’t count.)

Wanna go for a walk? (The one to work doesn’t count.)

Photo 25 Sep Just a mess.

Just a mess.

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Photo 24 Sep 2,681 notes g5ztop:

A robot and his friend

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A robot and his friend

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Text 24 Sep 9 notes i say money but i mean time

manjulamartin:

I was looking at Jeff Sharlet’s instagram today (which you should do), and I started feeling weepy. Because he is telling beautiful micro stories of regular humans, but also because … well, because it was absolutely, tragically inconceivable to me that I might ever have the time to do something similar. To go places and walk around those places and talk to the people there and learn about their lives, and to then write it down. To take photos again, in a real and concerted way. To report on and to learn from people other than myself. 

Because yeah, poor whiny writer boo hoo, sure, but … stories are people. They’re made from people. And writing is time. It’s made of time.

Earlier this morning I was checking my four email accounts and running my three businesses and responding to calls from two different work worlds and making little notes about *actual* things I want to write, will write, that will be amazing and good, and re-writing my lists of things to do now, later, maybe never.

Instead of making lunch at a reasonable hour, I went on a quick walk (no time for a proper run before a phone meeting because I slept a little too long because I was bone tired after a 16-hr day yesterday, so I was behind again). I smelled the trees, which were damp with mizzle (that’s Bay Arean for “mist + drizzle). I looked up at this giant fucking tree that I like to walk by, a redwood, an older-than-everything fencepost to the clouds.

And I thought, shit. No wonder I feel like I just can’t get any work done lately. I am exhausted. My brain is exhausted.  And the creativity centers in my brain are not exhausted. They are stir crazy. And that combination is also exhausting. Exhausted.

And then I checked my phone.

The reality of working for a living and of existing in this particular insanity of this whatever it’s called, this bubble or gig economy or new world order (and perhaps the reality of also growing older), is that there is just. No. Time. 

I guess I can spin it like a freelancerpreneur, and say that the reality of being in the amazing position of having too many awesome ideas and stories and projects and jobs (ok, some of the jobs are not so awesome) is that there is no time.

But it wasn’t always this way. I remember. My brain might be fried from constant multitasking, from overstimulation and opinion overload and all the attendant weights of Being A Word Person On The Internet And Also For Money, but I swear it wasn’t always like this. What happened?

Part of being a person making a living right now is that there is no time. No off, no quiet, no run, no time. 

This is what I want. This is what I miss. This is what the gig economy takes from us. Time.

Not money; time. 

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manjulamartin:

MOISTURE IS FALLING FROM THE SKY #california

WHERE WHERE?

I want this magic. 

Photo 24 Sep 4,612 notes nevver:

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (Happy Birthday)

All about Fitzgerald right now, this book up soon. 

nevver:

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (Happy Birthday)

All about Fitzgerald right now, this book up soon. 

Video 24 Sep 927 notes

My boyfriend and I went to a very ancient and small village placed on the top of a mountain near Cataluña (Spain) for five days, the weather was rainy and foggy and the nights were really cozy and spiritually blessing; the silence, the yellow lampposts, the tiny stone houses, the owls, the smell of rain and the little bars open late at night with their lovely lights and hot coffees. ~ (La Pobla de Benifassà) ~ Spain 

Want.

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Spotted hyenas (by phyzman)


Of all the blogs Tumblr has suggested I follow, the only one I clicked the button for was just now, dailyhyena.

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Spotted hyenas (by phyzman)

Of all the blogs Tumblr has suggested I follow, the only one I clicked the button for was just now, dailyhyena.


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