Today's quote was-
Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.
A toast to a summer of all that.
AlsoI think I would like myself better if I didn't sleep in until 11:00 every morning. This will not be easy.To keep myself motivated and accountable, I'm starting a new page on the sidebar. How I spent my Summer Vacation. Not everything there will be full of beauty and/or the absurd. It's likely to be more mundane than overflowing with greatness. But when the summer is complete and my mind, as it is wont to do, blanks it out, I will be able to refer to those days and say- at least I walked the dog.