one of the best essays i've read, maybe ever. anish articulates so well why making things feels so different from consuming them
the idea is that "being present" is a sad goal for a life. the most alive people are stretched across past and future at once, remembering, planning, dreaming
consuming only ever asks you to be in the current second. but making something pulls you into all three tenses – because you're building toward a thing you can already see, made of everything you've ever loved.