I just got back from an evening walk, down my street and back. It’s a lovely chilly and lots of people out. Today I did a lot of reading–essays and articles that I’d printed out and been carrying back and forth for months, as well as 100 pages of Rebecca Solnit’s The Faraway Nearby, which I started a year ago and restarted this morning. She writes,
The self is also a creation, the principal work of your life.