Misthaufen
get out of the space under construction and into the burrow that in which nothing further can be done the cellar a little light filtering in through the upturned street window wonder for a moment if the typewriter can be heard from the living room from the hallway from the street a little space for creative divergence the effort one has to get to just for a little bit of uninterrupted flow a thoughtful through way to get the process on a roll an elongated stretch of time to focus conscious effort and then later at another juncture to stop reflect to smell the shit