There's something about closing...something about clearing away and finishing...that's so deliciously final. When my desk is messy, there's something so fulfilling about putting things in their proper order and re-creating planned space. Slamming a book shut after you've finished a chapter has this same feeling. It's accomplishment...it's peace about the job...it's reflection on your work...it's a temporary silence in your mind. Too bad life as a whole can't be like that. As soon as you close something, another thing opens.
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