Your desire for
craftsmanship
... going deep on something is juxtaposed to the more philisophical-flaneur type in the end example of
New Yorker
to
Wikipedia
to books hopping.
Somedays I just spend intellectually flanuering. Somedays I just grind on work and GET SHIT DONE. And somedays I am in craftsperson mode.
It's weird, but anytime i feel like i can't do either of the above I feel existential dread. Reading this post I'm sure you can relate.
But what's another weird thing is that I sometimes get tricked. Like sometimes when i'm sick of the grind I might feel compelled to believe that I only want to flanuer around or only want to be in a craftsmanship haven. But that's not true either.
It's difficult to figure out which balance is right. especially since often we're still paying off outstanding debts to obtaining further clarity.
