Tinkering

I’ve allowed myself a night of tinkering. One needs a night of tinkering here and there, does one not? Falling in love with a constellation of sounds is one thing. But you have to get the telescope just right. The angle, the lenses, in response to the broader conditions... these things don’t just happen, do they? I need the creative endeavour to be as easy as possible for it to take place. It’s not a lack of resolve, but a human reality, that if one is to craft and create in the dying hours of the day, you need to have the fire already stoked, the hammer out and at the ready, the anvil must be anviled, or something to that effect. A blacksmith I am not. A tinkerer though, that, I’ll claim.