I was picturing selling all the furniture, packing all the books into storage, buying a boat and taking a year off to sail around the world with J and two cats. No, I have never sailed, but this seems a minor set-back. Yes, I have an Internet addiction, but this too could be overcome. Where would I go? I don't care. Miles of horizon, nose-running wind, and untainted quiet are calling to me. What would I do? I don't care. Read. Write beautiful little poems. Count the waves. Perhaps I would practice not speaking for a month. Could you imagine? What kinds of things would I start to think? What kind of art would I make?
No comments:
Post a Comment