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Japanese Garden, Manhattan

Things, in general, operate on deadlines. This has to get done by that time. In most cases, the deadline is not set by some particular person, rather through an often arbitrary series of happenstances, a committee of wind. Whole professions, whole skill sets earn their keep thanks in large part to an ability to make a deadline with flair. Or brute fortitude. I curse deadlines. I hate them and long for the day in which I will not have them. I am also a procrastinator. I'll put off and off, meander and dawdle until that last minute burst of creative energy sees me through. It is a central double-bind in my life.