Your experience made you deft at rearranging the furniture. Mine turned me toward nostalgia, the idea that, in Kundera's phrase "Life is elsewhere." I guess this relates to writing in that the elsewhere has migrated within.
An interesting read-----and gratitude for the nice words...
Thank you, Sven. “The elsewhere has migrated within” is perfect. I keep thinking of your moss castle—the imagined home you once said you expected to live in, and were faintly surprised it hadn’t happened (yet). That’s the elsewhere, housed inside. Rearranging the furniture was my way of making a door for it. Grateful for your read!
Your experience made you deft at rearranging the furniture. Mine turned me toward nostalgia, the idea that, in Kundera's phrase "Life is elsewhere." I guess this relates to writing in that the elsewhere has migrated within.
An interesting read-----and gratitude for the nice words...
Thank you, Sven. “The elsewhere has migrated within” is perfect. I keep thinking of your moss castle—the imagined home you once said you expected to live in, and were faintly surprised it hadn’t happened (yet). That’s the elsewhere, housed inside. Rearranging the furniture was my way of making a door for it. Grateful for your read!
Thank you for your words, both of you.
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