Have you ever tried doing nothing? Not reading, not thinking, not chatting, not rearranging this or that in your room or about the house, not trying to fill your time with anything, simply being? It’s not necessarily easy. The mind wants to keep doing things. There’s always something to do. And when there isn't, we … Continue reading On Doing Nothing and Having a Lazy Day
We spend a good deal of our lives alone whether we like it or not. Even if we are not solitary people, even if we are social butterflies. I’m talking about the time in between the days and the hours when we have to do things, to go to work, to go to school, to … Continue reading The Time We Spend Alone
If you could master any writing style, how would you want to write? Sparsely and vigorously, like Hemingway? Magically and enchantingly like Gabriel Garcia Marquez? Flamboyantly like Shakespeare? Tersely like those American crime writers? Impressionistically, like Chekhov? Playfully and inventively like Emily Dickinson? With your pen filled not with ink but with love, like Neruda? … Continue reading Writing Like Breathing or Eating or Walking
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