People around me are dying
I am not uncaring
Death has desensitizated my feelings
I am dissociative of the reality
The old don’t get older
They die instead
I am there to see their passing when they do
My job is to ease the dying souls
I see it all the time
To watch the dying is worse than facing death

The Rains Had Finally Come: Sven Birkerts on Writing

This is so true!
Also shout out to the NaNoWriMo folks – Happy Writing!

The Daily Post

For the writers out there who’ve struggled with writer’s block, or whose wells are currently dry, I invite you to read Sven Birkerts’ Aeon essay on how it feels when the tide comes back in. He captures this moment, while sitting on a bench by a lake in Central Park in New York City:

All of a sudden, I found myself wanting to write sentences again and, when I did, it felt to me like the rains had finally come, stirring up life in the dry land. I don’t know if I even shifted in my place, but whatever it was has since brought something back that had gone missing. The time hasn’t been that long, really, but by what clock? What decides long? The clock of days or the clock of the inside life? How long can a person feel unconnected and not feel that it’s too long? Writing…

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