Thoughts that pass through the mind. A sudden flash, a way of seeing the world. A desire to share.
“Writing is my remedy
against the impermanence
of things.”
In a democracy, insubordination, like ideological hegemony, can only be temporary: it ceases when new laws are adopted, laws to which a majority agrees to submit.
In the word “day” lies the verb “to hear,” as though all true enjoyment were rooted in listening.
Applied to the physical appearance of others, our perceptions of beauty and ugliness vary too much according to the prism of our judgments; we would do well to reserve ugliness for what causes harm.
The aspiration to autonomy has a chance of succeeding when it is rooted in understanding and awareness of what connects us.
I love clearings: those suspended moments, as delicious as crossing a bridge over a river.
Boredom opens doors that we thought were closed. I love that moment when an unexpected future takes shape before our eyes, leaving us astonished by the unforeseen.
