I’m a flaming extrovert who loves solitude and my own company. I could tolerate days inside my little cell, impervious to any external human stimulation, and still thrive. After leaving school, it didn’t change much. I just added work on the equation but I still read voraciously and suffer from occasional staircase wit in that little space.
All this summer writing makes me want to hit the beach, drown myself in fresh coconut juice and book passages. But I’ll settle for playing in a field of hibiscus blooms for now.
But when we’ve become so deeply entrenched in this hustling city and modern life, wouldn’t it be nice to have a little escape? To calm one’s self amongst the lush greenery and inviting water?
Soul in a languid state. My fingers tracing down the spine of one of my dog-eared books while pondering on the meaning of that last phrase. Fighting the urge to close my eyes yet as Trevor Pinnock serenades me with his Pachelbel Canon.