i think one of the hardest things is to stop over-thinking and take a step back from your work. on one hand, you wish you could have just more - more energy, more creativity, more drive - to give more; on the other hand, you're just drained at the some point and no matter what you do, you're just running in illogical circles.
the rather strange thing is that being on a 13 hour flight feels like the most relaxing and therapeutic thing to do. all you're given is a seat and a tray. only then do you actually give up trying.

mostly i'm just frustrated and irritated by myself.

im struggling to be alone. clear my head, clear the room.

"in the hollow of sheer darkness i stand absentmindedly"
underground, naoya hatakeyama