Happy fall 2016! I’m back to blogging, and on sabbatical so no excuses. This quick post composed from my dining room table, where I’m constructing a book-yes, you could call it writing, but it’s more than just touching quill to paper.
Then there’s the destruction, which has fascinated all of us who live close by (and if you look immediately behind the streetlight in the photo you’ll see my home…I’m right above it). Alas, the Gypsy, that aging source of 2:30 am mayhem, is coming down, and I and others have been unable to keep our eyes off the excavator, with its anthropomorphic features (big jaw, light touch, sudden explosiveness), peeling away at the night club.
I suspect construction and destruction feed on each other’s tail. Both move us: we publicly prefer building a better world (and constructive discourse), while maintaining this private fascination with destruction. Let’s see if I can find space for both in my book.