I like to suffer. It is an antidote to illusion. Even when I am worrying, to remind myself that I am suffering and that eventually I will feel better, helps me deal. Am I crazy? Let us recall the dominant paradigm– avoid suffering. After all, who wants to spend weeks in bed sick, in pain… Continue reading Why I Like to Suffer
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(Part Of) What I Wrote On The Plane This Morning
I am sitting on the plane reading Henry Miller. His misanthropy inspires confidence. I feel my fingers dance a waltz over the keyboard. I realized I did not write yesterday. I read but I didn’t write and I am ashamed. This morning on the plane, while falling asleep, my head bobbled and see-sawed. It was… Continue reading (Part Of) What I Wrote On The Plane This Morning