That Sad Loneliness
Maybe you got there at 8 AM, maybe 9. In the zone, working hard. But now, it is 1 PM and all must leave. Stuffing a piece of balsa into your pocket you exit out the front. What to do now? Where to go? Should you call somebody? Should I have taken things to work on at home? What are other people doing at this time? A slow walk home, a period of waiting it out. That sad loneliness of the hour spent between studio blocks.