Creativity is a luxury

It demands time, energy and space: things that feel scarce when rent, groceries, and the next shift loom larger than any poem or prototype. Most of us are caught in a slow-spinning loop of laundry, commutes, and alarms that reset before the dream has even ended. It is also a luxury that needs literal room: a quiet corner, a desk that isn’t the dinner table, a door that closes. I have watched…