Seurat writing

I'm getting sloppy in my 32-year-old age. I find myself throwing words at pages, as if life depended on dashing toward the next idea instead of stopping to place each thought precisely where - and how - it belongs. Pollock writing may create an impression, but it requires nothing of me; and paradoxically, the utter lack of investment saps far more energy than actual crafting.

This is a place for Seurat writing, though on most days it will probably be meaningless dots on the page. However, pointillism itself is a discipline, and like other disciplines, it will reap a harvest of righteousness for those who have been trained by it. In a year, I will think about product. My concern for now is technique.