Elegance

I have a headache. I’ve walked for hours, nothing seems right. Nothing fits. No, I’m not depressed.

Sometimes, when I’m trying to solve a problem, I feel like I’m taking a shit with my brain. An answer I know in the back of my head, but just can’t get it out. Well eventually I can get it out, usually it’s just a matter of asking the right question. But this is different. This is something else.

I’ve already solved the problem, I know the solution. I just don’t like it. It’s not beautiful, it’s not elegant. It makes me sick.

Is there a better solution? A more elegant solution? Maybe. It probably involves adding another layer of complexity. That’s a can of worms I’m not ready to open.

It’s ok, I need to go through this. Disgust is the mother of invention.