Or I can do what my sister does. To read.
I want to read Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad.
I miss serendipitous conversation. Those that happen late at night, sparked by a simple “hi” or “how’s it going?” Or even those residual thoughts that remain by the end of the day which happen to leak out into more intellectual thought. I miss having a stream of words being exchanged through a mutual connection of emotion…I damn this generation for having too much to do, thus alienating and stealing the chance of camaraderie.
One wonders what it would be like to have a conversation with Maurice Ravel as he sets himself before his newest compositions…