Wednesday, November 6
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"My time does not come in large, focused blocks, but in fragments and shards. The fault is my own, arguably, but it's yours too - it's the fault of everyone I know who rarely finds herself or himself with uninterrupted hours. We're shattered. We're breaking up. It's hard, now, to be with someone else wholly, uninterruptedly, and it's hard to be truly alone. The fine art of doing nothing in particular, also known as thinking, or musing, or introspection, or simply moments of being, was part of what happened when you walked from here to there alone, or stared out the train window, or contemplated the road, but the new technologies have flooded those open spaces. Space for free thought is routinely regarded as a void, and filled up with sounds and distractions."
 - Rebecca Solnit
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  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov