Morning Ritual — 5.13.22

Being a writer is like having homework every night for the rest of your life.
Babies eat books. But they spit out wads of them that can be taped back together; and they are only babies for a couple of years, while writers live for decades.
This is beautiful to me. I don’t need palm trees. I’m very happy with a rotten banana, a pile of dog shit, and a used condom being my scenery.
All I want to know is where I’m going to die, so I’ll never go there.
No matter how interesting your job is, sometimes the monotony of existence sets in. And then, for better or worse, something jolts you out of it.
Don’t let anyone else tell you, ‘It has to be this way, you have to follow these set of rules.’ Go out there, do it, and figure out the rest later.
But if you don’t need money to enjoy the moon, you certainly don’t need the bank to smell the flowers.