At one point in my life I was on an intellectual upswing, in terms of reading, writing, and having a network of people to discuss stuff with. At this point I have less free time, which gets in the way of all of that. I’ve gotten better as a writer and, I think, smarter and with better ideas than I used to have, and I’m in networks with some fantastic people. But I’m not on the same kind of upswing intellectually. I don’t know how to put it exactly but for a while I was getting to know an area of ideas (a range of Italian marxists and their influences), so I had stuff to read and the territory was mapped to some extent. I feel a lot more out in the wilderness at this point, no map, no compass.