Longest day of the year (for us Northern… When books die. And owls. I don't mean "when owls die"... I just mean: owls. As in: this article is mostly about owls. There's something they don't tell you about freelance writing. It's about all the fails: the many, many projects...
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. —William Wor...
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. —Marcel Proust 39 ...