I've had a quote stuck in my brain for a couple of days. I think it's by Paul Theroux (but I'm too lazy to look it up). It involves writing and aging. And it goes something like this (use of the 'f' word is, like, totally down to me):No one would care about writing -- no one would even consider being a writer -- were it not for the relentless fucking cruelty of time passing.
Yes.
And writers seem to feel that cruelty from a very early age.
I want to be thirteen again. Maybe forever.
2 comments:
is time passing the same theeng as loneliness?
Uno: Yeah, good call. It's really about loss, isn't it? And memory is often a curse.
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