this is weird.
I thought it would be different. I thought that this forward motion would fix all of my problems, and that I would be happy.
Maybe once I stopped trying to fill the hole, it would fill itself. But that’s not true; the hole was meant to be empty. And know that I know that, that’s all I feel, emptiness. It doesn’t feel good, it doesn’t feel bad, just empty.
I guess it’s time to start digging a new hole.
Over at The Dish Book Club, a reader chimes in on my conversation with cognitive scientist Alexandra Horowitz, author of the spectacular On Looking: Eleven Walks with Expert Eyes.
Pair with Susan Sontag on photography.