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  • For hours, I had been sitting at my desk in the agency. A tight schedule, bursting with tasks. But I was
    empty. Blank. Bare of any creative impulse. I did not expect a breakthrough. Just a tiny, little idea. No
    big wave, just some ripples on the surface of my mind. I tried different sorts of tea, hoping to flush new
    meaning into that emptiness. Different positions to sit in, different tracks in the music player to nod my
    head to, encouraging cerebral fluids to stream. Different books to get any inspirational drops from. Still,
    just the same thoughts, circulating above an unmoved surface, a frozen lake. Reflecting their image
    onto themselves, over and over again.

    Then, out of nowhere, I came up with an idea for the idea. I pressed play on a different track.
    A piece of music I had not listened to for quite a while. I had almost forgotten about it. As the initial soft
    synth line was slowly rising from the silence, I suddenly sensed motion. At last. The frozen surface
    started to melt.

    Some abstract, warm energy began to emerge from the depth inside my head. Out of nowhere. And
    everywhere. Then, the bassline and beats unleashed. But it was rather some sort of subtle implosion of
    heat. They merged with the synth line, and what still had been just icy ripples for several seconds,
    steadily kept on transforming into something vivid and fluid and powerful. I relaxed, gliding deeper into
    my chair, mentally trying to synchronize with the rhythm. Like a surfer on a swelling wave, craving for
    balance. And then, finally, I was on its edge. And the wave rose, and rose. A white wave, cutting through
    what had been a black void for far too long.

    If my co-workers had been watching me that moment, they'd only noticed a big, relieved smile flooding
    my face, while I started to take some notes.
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