E siccome oggi sono in un mood tremendamente Vonnegut-iano, vi copio e incollo qui un suo consiglio:
Write a six line poem which is rhymed. Make it as good as you can. Really work on it. This is with nobody else around, and nobody else knows what you're doing. When you've got it in perfect shape, for you, tear it up in little pieces. Take these pieces and distribute them between widely separated trash receptacles. Please don't try to memorize the poem. Please don't ever tell anybody you wrote it. You'll still have gotten your complete reward. People are idiots not to write poems or try to paint pictures or to dance or to write a piece of music just because they can't make a living at it. Practicing the arts is not a way to make a living. It's a way to make your soul grow.
Ok. ora scrivo 6 righe e poi vado a letto, con l'anima ingrassata di qualche chilo...