A Reflection on a Sentence from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

*This was originally a small assignment for my Writers’ Seminar in Fiction, and I couldn’t help but share it because I am so in love with this sentence.¬† ** ‚ÄúLoveliness and stillness clasped hands in the bedroom, and among the shrouded jugs and sheeted chairs even the prying of the wind, and the soft noseContinue reading “A Reflection on a Sentence from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf”

Deterioration of the Mind to the Animal in You (Me)

It’s climbing over mountains, passing through them, weaving, rooted structures very much a part of the solid ground you walk on, you live on, you breathe on. You are running, pumping your legs, it doesn’t have to be in a rhythm, it just matters that you run. Run, continuously, over and over again, as fastContinue reading “Deterioration of the Mind to the Animal in You (Me)”