It’s been a while. Time was cheap and abundant - now it is precious and hard to come by. When I do come across a chunk of it, empty and translucent, like a boulder of quartz suspended in mid-air, I want to just be in its numinous presence. I do not want to utilize it for some other task like it is some kind of common fuel.
Enjoyed reading your post. Reminded me of Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet. But more confessional and articulate like Plath's Bell Jar when you talked about festering existential crisis. I am sorry if this sounds reductive or if I am oversharing. Your post really spoke to me. Have a good day :)
A Boy
Enjoyed reading your post. Reminded me of Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet. But more confessional and articulate like Plath's Bell Jar when you talked about festering existential crisis. I am sorry if this sounds reductive or if I am oversharing. Your post really spoke to me. Have a good day :)
Thank you for writing this so beautifully!