the opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. the opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. the opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. and the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference. – Elie Wiesel.
I stood in the rain looking down at the fallen and broken tree branches. I began to sing Solitude as Matt sang it on an EP some years ago. The song, written by Duke Ellington even further back, in 1934, is a jazz standard. Let Billie sing it to you and let it seep into your soul and you’ll realise how high standard can be.
Ground up some coffee and put the little Bialetti on the hot plate. Thoughts now moving on to the title The Invention of Solitude by Paul Auster. Maybe I’ve got too much time on my hands or not concentrating enough. Do you still want that coffee?