On attention

I keep a journal precisely to set my thoughts down so they can pass, which makes my main instrument for letting go also a machine for holding on.

My best questions arrive while I’m driving, which is backwards: driving is the task and thinking is supposed to be the distraction. Somehow the hands-and-eyes occupation frees the rest, and the thing I am “doing” becomes the cover for the thing actually happening. I wonder how much of my real work has been done in the disguise of doing something else.