Solitude

Solitude is something I have been much lacking of late. I work six days a week, and spend the evening hours and the remaining day catching up on domestic stuff. Meanwhile, I also have a variety of thoughts, assorted necessary bloggery, clogging up the generative pool in my head. Such cognitive log-jams need time and personal space to untangle. Hence the dearth of recent posts.

Solitude is not universally appreciated.

Here’s a really interesting dinner group: Aldous Huxley, Andy Warhol, Goethe, and Carl Rogers. Read the rest of this entry »

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