I live and die every day.
A new idea comes to life,
runs its course, then returns into the ground and becomes
the root of a new idea.
I am just sick, very sick with a bad cold.
I wish I could go to the shore, but the reality is that I am just too weak now. Besides, I still have to work.
Being sick like this does conjure up some rather dark imagery.
An illness can bring one to the point of death.
In these circumstances, with this point of view, an artist can create in ways that cannot be fathomed when one is in good health.
It is a form of method acting.