Not sure. But it certainly frees up a lot of time.
Regardless of the ultimate futility of it all, I have been voraciously spending six hours a day in the studio working on new tracks.
Nourishment, it appears, comes from creative expression - same as always - but now add the tasty sauce of productivity satisfaction and you've got yourself some chewable results.
Not one to neglect my art, I spend a minimum hour a day on making new images. And the same goes for my writing: minimum hour a day.
I can almost feel death coming. Not yet. But I am aware of it's eventuality more profoundly than previous.
It's what we are all racing towards.
I ask myself - am I doing all this stuff to leave a mark? No.
Why then? Cause it is rewarding, feels good. It's how I relate to life. Like all creators; I am compelled.
Fills in the time. Masks the pain. Distracts from the struggle.
Creating new stuff, for me, is fun because there are no rules and I can be loose and try new things and not worry about outcomes or opinions. It's a relationship with an open minded giver.
It builds internal layers, adds pieces to the puzzle, lubricates thought; centres you.
Discipline is adopted willingly. That's something special right there.
You can do whatever you want. Putting effort into effortlessness. It's an art.