18 October 2013
Architectural Association, London
It is midnight, and the evening/morning is about to begin. You count down the hours until the deadline. Eleven hours left until the presentation. That should be enough. The shining light of the screen is almost threatening. How are you going to get it all finished?
First line of business: be in the right state of mind, and have the right ammunition to keep you going (a reheated coffee from the morning will do).It’s crunch time now, no more doubts, no more breaks. Go for it, and get the work done.
Whether you are alone or have company, nothing seems to matter anymore. The piercing music of the musician you hear in the corner of your ear no longer bothers you. Your friends attempt to keep up with the all-nighter but fail miserably and go to bed. It’s just you and your machine now, and the massive drawing that you need to finish in eight hours.
The light pierces through your eyes like tiny needles, and your hands seem to have a life of their own. It is almost robotic. Your brain is barely functioning, but your body maintains its rhythm, almost as if you are on autopilot.
Music is optional. Sometimes it helps to keep the pace, but when it gets intense nothing is better than the sound of the keyboard and the mouse clicking. When you know you’re getting the work done and are engrossed with what is happening in front of you. Where was this feeling all day long? If only every day could be this productive. You could channel this energy into a normal schedule. Imagine the greatness. Stop. Don’t get distracted. The sun is rising.
It is seven in the morning already. What were you doing? You only have four hours left, and count the time to get there. And make the print-outs too. Okay just finish what you have; the other drawings will have to be left behind. Can you do it all?
Click, click, click, tap, tap, tap, tap, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You need to go.
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