Inspiration

Writing an essay in the style of Walter Benjamin is harder work than I thought it would be.

Though I've read it a thousand times, I can't pretend to have the knowledge that Benjamin had. Deadline is tomorrow, and I'm still feeling blocked up. It is really hard to put on someone elses face, even for a little while.

But it's not unnatural. As Edmund Carpenter says:

When feelings & thoughts are regarded as work of the lungs, what could be more natural than the work of "inspiration": inhaling the essence of another person or spirit?

I'm having difficulty breathing!