There’s no well I rely on so deeply and richly as the one where the words come from. I do what I can to feed it, treat it like it can be recharged and not irreparably drained in some verbal crisis or etymological extinction event. I could probably read more, and yield to fewer distractions too.

Posters on a wooden sheet covering up a window

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *