When I was young, and stupid, cocksure yet ignorant beyond the meaning of the word, I put my oar in the water and knew with certainty that I could paddle against the current. I was its master.
Tag: reverie
I’m listening again to Glenn Gould today, as a “focus” or “music for concentration” playlist on Spotify brought across classical vibes that somehow led me to Glenn’s repertoire.
Stop Just stay here for a moment Breathe with me The weight of the world can wait Hold me as I hold you I could…
I wonder. . . What kind of pen Do you employ? Is it coil-bound media Or a sketchbook you’d enjoy? Have you ever been writing…