A (HOPEFULLY) NOT TOO LATE END OF YEAR REFLECTION

Can we be comfortable in silence?

As a dear friend once wrote, we have an odd relationship with words. As a writer say, words are the source of misunderstandings. Sitting in silence under a streetlamp (with the only noises being the scratches of our pens) made me wonder: where did all the wasted words go?

Into nothingness, I suppose.


(Melancholy was the perfect emotion for the end of the year.)