My thoughts fall asleep if I make them sit down. My mind will not budge unless my legs move it.
~ Montaigne, Essays
I solve problems by walking through the empty business park behind my office, where fountains and gardens are well tended but not a single soul labors behind the acres of tinted glass. Solutions emerge from idle spaces like hieroglyphs from blank stone. I remember walking through Dublin one day in late ‘92, across the Liffey where (at the time) a crumbling brick desert of abandoned warehouses and tenements stretched block after block. It gave an eerie, giddy feeling. I was puzzling over something or other. Here and there amidst the rubble was a bookshop, a café, an old man leading a horse by a rope, a crowd (from where?) buying cabbages and Panasonic radios from the back of a truck. Aha!