I’ve thought a lot about writing recently, but none of the thoughts have ended up on paper–at least here.
Writing is a calming influence. It’s a method of applying a salve to an active mind.
Speaking of salves, I was once in an airport. Airports have security lines. In theory, they are not supposed to allow liquids beyond the security checkpoint.
So when, in 2016, I hear an old man with a scratchy voice yell “It’s not a liquid, it’s a salve!” And I turn and see a Bernie Sanders doppelgänger, all I could do is crack up laughing.