When I stay up late enough I start to panic that I’ll get in trouble, and sometimes I do, for missing meetings that I’m not told about, or just not being around when people need to speak with me etc. but generally I shouldn’t really have anything to fear, considering the fact that I’m self employed, but I still do? And then I get annoyed that I have to see people.
I still have this fantasy of living in an apartment in Tokyo the size of my bedroom now, with the lights out, lit by the neon signs outside, not ever really knowing what the time is, working on drawings constantly, leaving only to buy takeaway and cigarettes.
That’s my life right now pretty much, except I don’t work where I sleep, I share a gargantuan studio with other designers, and am surrounded by nice people.
It’s not such a bad thing, I think I have the rest of my life to be a lonely workaholic hermit, maybe I sent all these people back in time to prevent that happening? Maybe I have to be around people for my own good? After all, solitude is a breeding ground for resentment, I’ve witnessed what isolation does to people.