The grass may seem neater on the other side, but Japan's clutter tells a different story. It's one that reveals a far more complex and nuanced relationship with stuff, one that suggests minimalism and clutter aren't opposites, but two sides of the same coin. For the nation of Japan is filled with spaces that are as meticulously cluttered as minimalist ones are meticulously simplified. These packed places, which are every bit as charming as the emptied ones, force us to question our assumptions and worldviews. What if we've all been wrong about clutter?

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A chilly rain all morning but at least The Shed's nice and warm whatwith the little baby infared heater and all though a little sun would be nice so my panels can drink drink drink.

As I scribble my way through Edwards's DRAWING ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE BRAIN (in those afternoons when I'm not attempting to make The Paintshop habitable again), I'm fascinated to see its translation to my writing and the realization that my process – hunt and peck scraps and fragments and eventually combine – is right brain, whereas my frusration at this method and its slow pace (until it isn't) is a 100% left-brain mania. Learning still, to tune that out, even after (especially after?) all these years.

Looks like I'm back to some form or other of morning / midday word-blogging because it's the only way I'll actually do it. Plus, I do kinda miss it; twas always a useful way to unstick the brain. Note: need to figure out a time to do the actual posting.