I love going on walks by myself. No pressure to keep up conversation. And there is something about movement that helps me think. To charge an idea with the body’s inertia. To carry a feeling through the distance and watch it grow.
— Ocean Vuong, The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation (therumpus.net, August 24, 2014)
Photo: Daybreak. 5:49 a.m., April 30, 2022. 41° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning here.
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So true….
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Thank you!
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Unless the rest were all with a zoom lens, your own walk today wasn’t alone. 🙂
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Laughing. A whole lot of zoom lens action today. I’m sleeping with it now!
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Same, same
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This poor guy has been spending time with the wrong people. (“No pressure to keep up conversation.”) Why would you spend time with people who made you so uncomfortable that there is pressure to fill every second with blahblahblah? Silent patches between friends is okay. No need to fill every space with noise. I don’t like it when there isn’t a moment of silence to have a private thought and people who chatter incessantly irritate me.
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Truth. But. For introverts like us, alone time is Fantasy Island.
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Ditto
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