Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you&#39;ve made sense of one small area.

Nul homme n’est une île en soi. Nous faisons tous partie d’un continent et chaque fois que tu entends sonner le glas, ne demande pas pour qui il sonne, il sonne pour toi." --Ernest Hemingway, “Pour qui sonne le glas”?

The very next time I am asked...
What are you going to DO on your day off?

I'll simply reply...RESTORE.
"MISS BLISS*" STYLE!~

We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe. God or Satan, politics or grammar, topology or philately (...) To games or needles, to some other person.

Written By David Foster Wallace

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