Life & Wisdom Quote by Richard Brautigan

A line like this lands with Brautigan’s signature sleight of hand: it’s both aggressively ordinary and quietly devastating. “I’m in a constant process” borrows the language of self-help and industry - process, constant, productivity - then drains it of measurable output. He’s not “working,” “writing,” or “solving.” He’s thinking about things. Vague noun, endless verb. The sentence performs the very state it describes: continuous motion with no promised arrival.

The intent feels less like bragging about intellect than confessing a condition. Brautigan’s work often stages consciousness as a room you can’t quite leave, full of bright objects you can’t quite use. In that context, “constant” reads as compulsion, not discipline. It’s the mind as weather: always happening, rarely obeying you. The casual phrasing also acts as camouflage. Instead of a grand statement about alienation, he hands you a shrug that carries the weight.

Subtext: thinking is both refuge and trap. For a writer associated with the late-60s counterculture, where authenticity was marketed and “being present” became its own performance, this sentence quietly resists the demand to be legible. It’s not a manifesto; it’s an anti-caption. Brautigan makes interiority sound like small talk, then lets you notice how lonely that is. The wit is in the understatement: the most private human activity described like a full-time job, with no benefits and no clocking out.