«Four days a year
perhaps, I have “visits” - things come. Visitations, rather than
inspirations. I live the rest of the year on that – executing the
orders + sketches I've taken down... I turn myself into a commodity.
The typewriter is my assembly-line. But what else could I do?» (from Susan Sontag: As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh - Journals & Notebooks 1964 - 1980)