Thursday, May 12, 2016


Yesterday I was up at 3:30, preparatory to catch a 6AM flight from Newark airport to Austin, Texas.

A bunch of people flew down a day earlier, but my natural, and I'm afraid, increasing diffidence held me back in New York. I had work I wanted to do. Besides, I'm not much good in large groups. I'm like a flounder in the desert when it comes to socializing. And, to be honest, while I like--very much in some cases--and respect the people I work with, I'm smack in the middle of one of the best books I've ever read, and I need that reading time at the end of the day to cleanse my brain and re-orient myself.

I guess if you get down to it, it seems to me that as the world has grown increasingly noisy, I have the increasing need for quiet. That is, time for me to think, read, and think some more.

My need for quiet--my insistence on it, really, is one of the reasons I've been able to keep up this blog as inveterately as I have.

I need that time, quiet time, to be alone with my thoughts.

I suppose this is an apology of sorts. 

I'm sorry I came late and went upstairs to read early. I probably should have taken in more of the city, listened to live music, had another drink, maybe learned to dance or ride a mechanical bull.

I feel guilty that I can't bring myself to do those things.

I guess I just like quiet more.

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