Rip it up, rip it up. But I take a moment to peruse - not read - everything, and - a lot of it, most of it, appalling, but - remarkably, not all, and in the drawing arena I'm surprised to find a few sketches that aren't so bad. By which I don't mean good, just not the worst, I scan through, remember old ideas - briefly, we're breaking the logjam, there are fewer days ahead than behind, rip-it-up, rip-it-up,...
Overwhelming, because it's all my shit, if it was somebody elses, anybody elses, I could breeze through here in a day, for everyone it's the same, dealing with their own shit takes forever, dealing with somebody elses is easy.
I find some old notebooks of "wants and needs", diaries of my material ambitions, and surprising how many I realized, given my hunger, a lot of the shit I wanted 20, 25 years ago I now have, and laughable given that I'm in the process of getting rid of it all...