August 18, 2017

Perched on a rock on one of the volcanic Aeolian Islands. Because this, too, is part of the writing process. Taking time to stop, look and listen. It could be a doorstep. It could be a seat on a commuter train. It could be a musty, old sofa. I used to do my thinking while running marathons. What counts is taking a moment to just be there and nothing else. A bit like life in general....


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