August 27, 2013

  • Who is to write when life is all well? Indeed, Woolf is to certain extent right that literature is the wreckage of human idiosyncrasies. Certainly I am no saint to dedicate myself to greater human good, and therefore am satisfied to take leave from writing as much as I used to.

    I hope this leave can be longer, meaning I am well for a little longer before getting back here writing. Life’s all about ups and downs, and we just want the ups to be little more than downs.