Do What You Can
I say rough-and-ready, but it’s a thousand times more complicated and creative than I’m capable of, and perfectly in keeping with his self-deprecating genius.
For all us artists in quarantine, perfection can’t be the goal - I mean, it never should be, but especially not in a world where you can’t (and shouldn’t) get a haircut.
“Do what you can” feels better. If you have the bandwidth to write a record, lift weights like vintage Arnold, or perfect a twelve-course French tasting menu, bully for you. I sure don’t.
All I have in me is softly encouraging a less overtly pessimistic inner monologue, followed by doing a little bit of a lot of things. Keeping busy while staying sane.