I find that my diary is a good place to have bad ideas. I tell my diary everything I shouldn’t tell anybody else, especially everyone on social media. We are in a shitty time in which you can’t really go out on any intellectual limbs publicly, or people — even your so-called friends! — will throw rocks at you or try to saw off the branch. Harsh, but true.
Personally speaking, I find the challenge is that such spaces are the last to get tended to, yet often the most important in regards to mental health.
In the Mott rooms at the motel she established a place for everything and rigorously discarded any object that was not essential; as a consequence, the Motts lived in constructive order, whereas most of the other young couples, many from places like Vassar and Harvard, lived in chaos.
This follows on from an earlier quote on order and creativity.
It establishes who’s boss, that’s why. Because when the space is ordered, you’re free to live creatively.