Slug-a-beddishness. I lie looking up at my stucco sky with its golden sunburst, brocades and ribands: the bedroom ceiling as my thinking universe. This is Berlin and I am opting for the internal world, lying transfixed and languid under the duvet. Sluggardizing, as Robert Walser named it, is the artist's way: thinking, equivocating, waiting, delaying-indolence with intent. I like the word, which he wrote in German as Faulpelzerei-lazy under pelts, and I like that he has named this most maligned of behaviors, namely, this passive and recumbent state of incipient inspiration.
-from A Little Ramble, a beautiful art book about Robert Walser