1 Comment

So much here resonates with me. My son is literally trying to be a rock star, and he’s been thrown into a world where music went from something you buy, to something you rent, to just more content, like a dog riding a skateboard or a chunky man slipping on some ice. But then again, he can put Arabic pop music and Oscar Peterson on the same playlist.

My own bag is likewise mixed. I’m old too and find it harder to write, or at least to start writing, with the constant scroll, the river of thought that always run close. But then again, I’ve met so many wonderful people online, come across so many writers and thinkers busy at good writing and thinking, like you and this newsletter that I can read on the subway or at home in the quiet.

I know I’ve been worn out and down by all the lures laid out for my attention. I have been trying to read more books with a pencil in my hand, which means I have to put everything else down for a bit. Then I’m hoping I’ll put the book down and keep the pencil. We’ll see if it works.

Expand full comment