When Claude Debussy had writer’s block while composing an opera, he wrote ‘ Day after day I produce rien— nothingness.’ That summer was the same for me — day after day I took part in producing nothingness. Perhaps I was quite used to facing nothingness day after day — though I wouldn’t go so far as to say we were intimate.
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