Wrong seat
The desk is where we go to think.
It's also the worst place to do it.
Every idea worth keeping had legs behind it.
Someone moving before the thought arrived.
The thought and the step were never separate.
We divided them and called it civilisation.
Now we build offices with ergonomic chairs and perfect light and nowhere to pace.
Then stare at the screen wondering where the idea went.
The idea didn't go anywhere.
You just sat down.
Every idea worth keeping had legs behind it. Someone moving before the thought arrived. The desk was never the tool.