<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Painter on 123 Factory Blog</title><link>https://blog.123factory.de/tags/painter/</link><description>Recent content in Painter on 123 Factory Blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-US</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2022 10:24:46 +0900</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.123factory.de/tags/painter/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>[Interview] I Work at Dawn.</title><link>https://blog.123factory.de/posts/interview-working-at-dawn-kondo-yukako/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2022 10:24:46 +0900</pubDate><guid>https://blog.123factory.de/posts/interview-working-at-dawn-kondo-yukako/</guid><description>&lt;h2 id="the-dawn-hours-essential-for-survival">The Dawn Hours Essential for Survival&lt;/h2>
&lt;p>Only around 10 p.m., while putting the children to bed, I always fall asleep right along with them. At 2 a.m., thinking of all the work piled up, my eyes snap open.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Everything around me is silent. My day begins. Sitting with only a small lamp lit on the dining table, focused on my laptop screen, is the one time of day that is entirely my own. Whether I do something useful or something useless, something I want to do or something I must do, that time of quietly doing my own work is the source of strength that sustains the rest of my daily life. If I am too tired and skip it, an inexplicable irritation sits clumped in a corner of my mind all day long. That is why the hours between 2 and 4 a.m. are precious to me. After putting the children to bed, I opened my laptop on the dining table. The lights downstairs were on, too.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>