Depth is the new luxury.
Finishing a book. Talking without a phone at the table. Thinking about a problem for more than ten minutes. Listening to a whole album. Writing without interruption. Being in a place without posting.
In a world that sells mass distraction, sustained attention has become the privilege of those who decide. And live.
— Guto Cidreira
my father
still tells stories
about me
that i cannot remember.
sometimes
i wonder
if childhood
belongs more
to the people
who watched it
than the child
who lived it.
— subh
“I wouldn’t trade my solitude for a little love. For a lot of love, yes. But a lot of love is itself a kind of solitude.”
— Dulce María Loynaz, from “Poem XCVI,” trans. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Prose Poems