I’ve felt so much how could I possibly choose the best?
There probably is not just one, but please do on.
When you go a long time on the path of creation churning out work after work, the past becomes lost to you, especially for things that you created in the moment, in the waters. Going back a time later and pouring over all you’ve done, old notebooks, words, curves, melodies, is one of the best feelings.
What are the other best feelings?
I’ll tell you as we go along.
And I’m just getting warmed up.
Is there ever enough?