I turned my television set on for the first time in exactly one month (to watch a DVD and not to watch actual television).
I spent the majority of this evening reading a book, and with a wondrous jolt, I remembered that words do not only come in electronic form but on paper as well. Yes, months have gone by in which I have been unable to get beyond page ten of anything I try to read.
My last private journal entry is dated August 19th.
The obvious question that comes to mind: what exactly have I been doing in all this time?
My mind seems unwilling to answer its own question. Perhaps a weekend of isolation and toil will shake out more than just evasive quotes and vague utterances.
I spent the majority of this evening reading a book, and with a wondrous jolt, I remembered that words do not only come in electronic form but on paper as well. Yes, months have gone by in which I have been unable to get beyond page ten of anything I try to read.
My last private journal entry is dated August 19th.
The obvious question that comes to mind: what exactly have I been doing in all this time?
My mind seems unwilling to answer its own question. Perhaps a weekend of isolation and toil will shake out more than just evasive quotes and vague utterances.
No comments:
Post a Comment