20 Eylül 2018, Perşembe
saat: 05:26
I took a short break from working + learning + working + learning and came here to keep writing. I was looking for something more than recycled thought. Isn’t that it, always? Something new & brilliant & fresh (despite my curling lip at describing anything other than fruit as fresh). Eloquence escapes me, more unusual than I would lead on—how it takes such force over a minute or two to say even one disappointing sentence? A great effort, something impressive, a very quiet place. Then hours pass & I have nothing.
"Today I understood why Homer was blind; if he had had eyes he wouldn't have written anything."
(G. Seferis - A Poet's Journal)
It is hard to not feel tired in this weather and the impact of caffeine is lost on me. I continue drink my coffee despite the fact of its uselessness. My mind is always so everywhere at once.
