«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)
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