When I’m quiet, that’s when the truth emerges. A clear sky, the clouds like white fibers. Underneath, a little gray house, the azaleas red and bright pink. ~ Louise Glück I wanted to write this whole thing about silence and quiet and how my phone is poisoning my ability to find either. And I couldn’t quite find it. The internal noise is maybe a bit too much right now.
What I might have written about
What I might have written about
What I might have written about
When I’m quiet, that’s when the truth emerges. A clear sky, the clouds like white fibers. Underneath, a little gray house, the azaleas red and bright pink. ~ Louise Glück I wanted to write this whole thing about silence and quiet and how my phone is poisoning my ability to find either. And I couldn’t quite find it. The internal noise is maybe a bit too much right now.