And the one after that
and the one after that
This is the work // This is the time well spent, and all the time wasted // Especially all the time wasted // This is late nights in the studio, fueled by vice in a dark room lit by a computer screen // This is hands covered in bandaids after dancing too dangerously on the edge of a trimming blade // This is “it’s 0p1 off center” // And “Eh, who’s going to notice” // And “This is the worst thing ever made” // And “I’m going to be immortalized for this” // This is seeing for the first time in many years the faces attached to the zoom avatars // This is banter with faculty // This is Tatum coffee // This is staring into the middle distance, watching the sun rise alongside your accomplishments // This is throwing two fistfuls of paper trim into the garbage with utmost contempt and so much glee // This is hitting export and feeling as the bar creeps to full that you can finally breathe // This is the spark of imagination // This is the first ideation // This is the second iteration // This is the third revision // This is the final version // And the one after that // And the one after that
