It's a great excuse and luxury, having a job and blaming it for your inability to do your own art. When you don't have to work, you are left with the horror of facing your own lack of imagination and your own emptiness. A devastating possibility when finally time is your own.

这是一个很好的借口和奢侈，有一份工作，却把自己的无能归咎于它。当你不工作的时候，你会面对自己缺乏想象力和空虚的恐惧。当时间最终属于你自己时，这是一种毁灭性的可能性。