NOT Written by an AI
Musings Written in a Cabin in the Woods, Without Internet Access, and Which Includes a Review of Calivno’s Works, “If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller” and “Cosmicomics”
The honest truth is that if I’m not drinking, and if I’m not feeling driven to do something urgently (either my job, or some domestic / life-admin type duty), then I’m at a bit of a loss as to what to do with myself.
These moments are exceedingly rare in my life, or they have been.
I’m experiencing one now (its why I’m writing this), and I have a firm intention to experience more of them going forward.
I’m in my cottage — it isn’t exactly alone in the woods, but it is closer to that than most of my domestic life has been lived — and by “domestic life” I merely mean since becoming married and with children I think.
I was going to say, initially, since becoming a father, but of course I did have a short stint when I lived in a small, but beautiful (at least to my eyes), shack in Crystal Waters — and that was quite idylic. And, in fact, before that I lived in a pretty little house half way up a mountain, and that was a truly beautiful setting, but my memories of that time are not idylic, and that is because I was never relaxed or at…
