The Hand Knows First
I had gotten too good at simply thinking. Leaving a polychronic culture and moving to the west changes your perception of time more than anything else could, suddenly you might as well be competing with light.
I felt stagnant. Despite the knowledge I had spent years developing, I was standing still. What I understand now: there is a kind of knowledge that only comes through making. The hand knows things the mind hasn’t figured out yet.
The loop only breaks one way. You begin.
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