Well, this is a great thought beautifully expressed: “a sensitive, articulate translator can pack me into a hand-drawn rickshaw and cart me off into the world of the story.” Meanwhile, that bit about “the day we begin to be irrelevant to others, life will cease to hold meaning” was a reminder: fight irrelevancy! It may be why some of us write: to widen the circle of people who notice us, and continue to care.
Thank you, Peter, it's a great compliment coming from you! On the point about irrelevancy, my father worked until 16 weeks prior to death and would keep saying he wanted to feel needed. He passed away a few weeks before he turned 90.
Well, this is a great thought beautifully expressed: “a sensitive, articulate translator can pack me into a hand-drawn rickshaw and cart me off into the world of the story.” Meanwhile, that bit about “the day we begin to be irrelevant to others, life will cease to hold meaning” was a reminder: fight irrelevancy! It may be why some of us write: to widen the circle of people who notice us, and continue to care.
Thank you, Peter, it's a great compliment coming from you! On the point about irrelevancy, my father worked until 16 weeks prior to death and would keep saying he wanted to feel needed. He passed away a few weeks before he turned 90.