Throwing butter to the ceiling/Tired of Life/
Tired of Butter II
Moments of Clarity surely difficult to find. I am on an-automatic-ball-throwing-machine mode. I wouldn't say that my behaviour is indiscriminate, or any near inconsiderate. But I have been thinking of this mode of action as (un)reflexive, for although I keep a pseudo task of automation on, in this process I try to learn from the mistakes I make on the way, notate them, revise them, perform amendments. Sometimes then some results might turn counter-intuitive, for which I am usually both alarmED™, terrified, and delighted.
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