I’ve never put stock in anything superstitious. Never liked doing things just for the sake of “it won’t hurt doing them”.
If anything, I’m a slave to logic and analysis – to a fault.
I’ve been called cold, insensitive, and callous.
But for those like me who are trying to run a business, I prefer to think and act – even if that requires lots of trial and error.
What I am trying to say, outfit-wise is that denim is my go-to workwear. No, I’ve grown tired relying on all-black looks to furnish me with my armor. Though frankly speaking I’m still looking for that signature ensemble that will be more or less my uniform: what will make it easier to dress every morning, while weighing or going though the work at hand in my mind.
But to end, I must say that to balance all my precision, I need to close my eyes and venture out into the unknown. Need to feel through things to determine what feels right – and not just when I am reading and writing poetry. All that manic organization to keep my instinct in check. Or rather, to make sure that something useful results from it.