Have you ever come to a point in your life, no anger and a bit of sadness, but you've decided that this will be the last time you see a person, without them even knowing it, under good circumstances and even some laughter; a time when you go this way and they don't go anywhere… Continue reading A silent goodbye.
Tag: literature
Henry Miller – Reflections on Writing
It Hurts. (click word-picture for larger font)
A snail of a book. Fall/Winter Notebook, page 1
It's been taking me an hour to even concentrate, and a half hour per paragraph. Needless to say my book is a snail right now, but that's OK, because when it's done, it will be the most important work (to me within my subjective cannon of work) that I've ever completed. Damn. Nice to feel that… Continue reading A snail of a book. Fall/Winter Notebook, page 1
Looking Glass #8. Another day.
"I have to say this in defense of humankind: No matter in what era in history, including the Garden of Eden, everybody just got there. And, except for the Garden of Eden, there were already all these crazy games going on, which could make you act crazy, even if you weren't crazy to begin with. Some… Continue reading Looking Glass #8. Another day.