Wednesday, 10 August 2016

On why this space is scared

Writing here is like putting something out there... Hoping that the right person will discover it at the right time. And suddenly it will make as much sense beyond you as it made within you. 

The effects of reading The Fountainhead.... Again!

I think not writing has just been a refusal to think... For if I thought, I would run far far away. 

Alone is best

I wish I thought of you tonight. But I don't. Of either of you. Doesn't that say everything?