We’re not special. Every generation has a job they need to do. But the job is always the same, which is to plant a tree you won’t eat from.
"if you find a conversational partner who’s willing to get a little weird, you can use the room you’re in to build a shared memory palace. when you discover an interesting train of thought, you “place” it somewhere in the room. pretty soon, you’re literally surrounded by the convo
the weird thing is you can come up with new connections or concepts by physically moving/dancing between the landmarks in your mini memory palace
you’re basically setting up an infrastructure that lets you see ideas in visual form before you know how to translate them into words"
“My works evolve during rehearsal, they are not composed beforehand. I prepare material only in order to kickstart the process – and most of the time, I throw it out. I’ve resolved to not know what the outcome will be ahead of time, to trust in the process. In the end, if I am lucky, the work reveals itself, and I try to understand it, to perfect it. I reserve the right to change it all at the last moment. That’s why it is difficult for me to talk to you about something before it has actually come to completion. What’s the use of plans and pretensions? Art is praxis. If I talk about it, I will only either mislead you or betray the work.”