"The world is not a problem to be solved; it is a living being to which we belong." — Lois Farrow Parshley, translating Simone Weil --- There is a particular morning I keep returning to. Not because anything happened. Nothing did. I was standing at a bus stop in London sometime...
There's a bench in Paley Park on East 53rd Street in Manhattan that I've walked past maybe a hundred times without ever actually sitting down on it. It's one of those small vest-pocket parks the city tucked between skyscrapers in the 1960s, complete with a waterfall wall that drowns out the traffic...
A meditation on the liminal moment between night and day in a European village square, when the world belongs only to those who rise before it.
"The world is not a problem to be solved; it is a living being to which we belong." — Lois Farrow Parshley, translating Simone Weil --- There is a particular morning I keep returning to. Not because anything happened. Nothing did. I was standing at a bus stop in London sometime...