On resonance
A decade or so ago, I was friends with someone who liked to knit a lot. She was never without some project in her lap, moving at mach speed. Then she got her dream job, hired to make knitting patterns, and loved it until she didn’t, and then really didn’t, and then she approached me. “Why am I miserable? You work in a creative field. Are you happy?” And I mean, this person asked me this question when I was being high-key abused by a terrible boss, so no, I was not happy, but I was also happy performing creative work for my career in a general sense, so the answer was rather complicated, because late capitalism always makes things complicated. I think about her often, you know? How you can do a thing, and then you do it for money and it sucks the life out of the whole process. Look no further than yours truly: imagine how awful I would be as a restaurant owner.