chronicles

I read an article just now posted by the New Yorker on FB.

The author talked about his life of solitude but also about the relationships

that he had. The patterns and routines they would share. He also talked

about the like of solitude and yet the night, when alone, would bring loneliness.

I admire his tenacity to write his thoughts down and express his prosaic way

of interpreting truth with a longing beauty to it all. I'm inspired!