editing is a lot of work. it is a craft. it is a total act of labour.  editing is done with (absolutely) no feelings. it is done in the company of (absolute) solitude. it requires incredible selfish concentration and unexpected draining during quiet late night hours. editing is for fools who enjoy participating in the recipe of true magic. the process is not that distant from feelings elicited during the pursuit of any reward. one must have a vision in order to even begin. sometimes coffee helps. one must have an internal roadmap of rudimentary steps in order to achieve that (absolutely necessary) sense of finality. finality is what keeps the editor hopeful. hope is what keeps us wanting to go on. and the magic that inspires others (the eyewitness. the sleeping audience. the fool) is the recipe for a workable secret.

so...thank God for black coffee. and yeah, I'm outta milk again. bye.