The world is but a canvas to the imagination.

Whatever is in front of you is partly raw material and partly your reading of it, and the proportions are not fixed. The same street, the same job, the same afternoon can be dull or full of possibility depending on what you bring to looking at it. That is not a trick for pretending bad conditions are good; it is a claim about how much of the ordinary goes unnoticed because nobody was looking with any intent.

Take a place you pass through daily without seeing. Spend five minutes actually looking, and find what has been there the whole time.