And I'm not going to say anything about being busy, because that is simply to say I live in this place.
The last few months have included the following-
Flying back and forth across the country a few times, shady bus rides while whispering of deep things, some inauspicious writing, big talks across little coffee tables, unassuming sunsets, and many glorious sunrises.
Wise words from wrinkled people, baby people, and middeling people.
Many hours and slow going through new and old work. Fresh ideas and ancient projects.
Soundtrack of Donne, Herbert, and Auden. Bonhoeffer, Chesterton, and Lewis. Wright, Goff, and Leithart. Potok, Bradbury, and Wilson.
Also, lots of fragments...
I fully intend to post on Wednesdays from this day forward. Perhaps I shall talk about New York City in one whole blog post cliche. That will be fun.
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