Thomas Mann’s sad but evocative early novella, “Death in Venice” contains these haunting words: He loved the sea for deep-seated reasons: because of the hard-working artist’s yearning for repose, his desire to take shelter in the bosom of undifferentiated immensity from the demanding complexity of the world’s phenomena; because of his own proclivity – forbidden, directly…
Ah, week two. Well, let’s just say I’m better prepared for week 3, but this was a bit of a landmark week for me as, after taking loads of advice, I developed my own film whilst the male things watched Star Wars. Of course, the kids stormed the kitchen for snacks the moment the tricky…
“Even the sea cant stop me from writing something to read in my old age…” – Kerouac, Big Sur It takes forever to get anywhere. Dreaming and thinking have temporalities that hardly ever seem to be hastened. It is not as if the mind ever reaches its destination, it always is restless to move…
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