I just opened a copy of In Dance that has been sitting in various places around my room, with the intention that I read it, for about a month. First, I put it on my bookcase with that stack of reading material. Then it lived by the couch, where I tend to hang out - more obvious, thus maybe I'll get to it? Then, it moved to my bed, where I tend to read nightly. And yet... still unopened.
It fell off my bed, landed on the floor, sat there for two days, and I finally picked it up just now.
I skimmed the headlines, and I can't for the life of me get interested in any of this.
Am I tired and need a break from dance saturation? Am I developing more of a sense of what I want to create, and with that turned off by experiences not my own? Am I just lazy?