For me writing is a thing of coldness, iciness, hardness, darkness, despair and solitude

June 8, 2016 § Leave a comment

For me writing is a thing of coldness, iciness, hardness, darkness, despair and solitude. I can only write as if I am still alone; sometimes, disturbingly, I wonder if I would not be better off if I was alone again, just so I could write like I used to. But that is madness. I wrote about my decades of loneliness, that has been done. I must write about my new reality now. Perhaps that means I must find a double life, in order to have something to write about—for having something to write about seems to me the only point of life.
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