Daily Reflections

There is a particular quality to the silence of early mornings that I have never been able to describe to anyone who hasn't experienced it themselves.

We have forgotten that reading is a form of hospitality — you invite another consciousness into the rooms of your mind.

Memory is not a recording — it is a retelling, and like all retellings, it drifts from the original with each repetition.

A city at night is a different city. The same streets, the same geometry — but everything means something else.

Some feelings exist in other languages as single words and come to us only in paragraphs — if they come at all.

Attention, Simone Weil wrote, is the rarest and purest form of generosity. I have been thinking about this for weeks.