The saddest thing about creative vision, he says, is nobody can see what you’re seeing but you.
I tell him I haven’t dropped acid since my 20s, but he isn’t amused. He’s being sad.
Your goal in these negotiations is their acquiescence, he says, not their acceptance, not their enthusiasm. Definitely not their enthusiasm. And be prepared to compromise.
I think of it as collaboration, I say.
I think of it as prostitution, he says, but call it whatever makes the medicine go down. My point is no creative vision survives the birth canal intact.
That’s gross, I say.
Yes it is, he says.