Thoughts for today
“I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.” – Spoken by our old pal Nietzsche. Don’t you think he would have been quite handsome had he shaved his beard? OK, done off with all of the facial hair? I find it interesting that it’s his words which carry such significance and insight, such heroic thoughts come to life—and yet he hides his mouth—would he have then mumbled when he spoke? He doesn’t when he writes.
And here we are, having turned the corner into Summer. Summer of 2020. What witches’ works have brought us here? Does the world hold its breath in expectation of the next great plague? (I hear that dust storms are on the way.) Do not the artists continue to work, trying to capture those things that growl up from within? Do we not seek to hide away in our books, movies, dreams? When will it be safe for us to surface in this sea? We dance on, crawl on, weighted by our own thoughts, our own fears. Yet here we are. Again. Another Summer. We always make it through, say those who make it through.