I used to need a lot of space to think through ideas, research, take notes, etc. I would do month-long residencies and spend a lot of time flipping through books and looking out my window. That’s a past life now. Time is such a strange concept after having kids. I never really marked or noticed time quite the way I do now. Everything is demarcated by time—15 minutes to respond to my emails; 22 minutes before food needs to be on the table, etc. I’ve been forced to live more out of my head and to think quicker than my natural pace. I resented this and resisted it in the beginning but then I began to see it as falling into a new poetics: one of speed, interruption and overall disruptiveness.