It may be love...

I may be crazy. I've decided to write book reviews for Netgalley.com. I don't know how good I am going to be, but it is a way a pushing myself to do something different. Why I need to do something different when I don't do much at all, I do not know.

When I started having back trouble I quit walking, but I used to be a great walker, and I have begun reading Rebecca Solnit's book Wanderlust: a history of walking.



I haven't read very far, but one thing she points out as she is talking about early philosopher's who walked is that when one is walking, one is not in one place or another, but one is between. Like Meg Murry when she is traveling in the tesseract. Like I used to be, when I was walking around my little town as a teenager. Like I am when, even though I am stationary except for my fingers and eyes, I go from email to twitter to live journal to facebook to this blog. I can't settle. There is a solitude in my life, even though there are people and conversations and the world tapping at my brain...it's not a good solitude. Even though I am alone, I am in the middle of a "mass of men" and my life is full of quiet desperation.

I will stop. I am stopping. I am concentrating on books, so I can review them. And the road goes ever on.