Against the wall and wonder why it’s not in the center of the room. Or something like that is what Stephen King said in his book On Writing. But what I really remember is his point. That we’re not always sure if life supports art or vice versa. But one thing was certain this weekend, the life was spent supporting the art.
It started out like this:
And it finished like this:
So now I can go into a room, shut the door, and ponder the philosophy of Stephen King.