"If I'm not driven by fear I don't have a clue what I am doing at all. It's like I need it. Like I need it as a minute to minute guide post to getting me in bed at night. With out it I'm not quite tethered."

"With out it?"

"Yeah."

"Without it what?"

"Sketches"

"What?"

"I just think that you are only supposed to have sketches of an idea. Just these shards that are solid but not at all needing you to put them together. You just stand there and wait."

"Sort of like ordering food here."

"You get this consistent idea, and then all of a sudden you figure you everything about implementing it. You're smart all of a sudden."

"Why do you sound accusatory?"

"Because you think you're smart. How can an idea which comes to you out of nowhere mean you now know what you're doing?"

"Is this a question?"

"I don't know? Listen, if you know what to do after that, than that is wrong. That is where you are on the side of all kinds of error. You got an idea, now you need another one and fucking so on. A idea of implementation to. A tight path to build."

"I'm thinking about my burger."

"Listen, we just have to hear what to do from the same unknown that gave us this thought. That's all I'm saying. Hold the sketches."

"I hear you."

If you stop doing things in your life.  Something will still happen.