Is there a ’best age’ to be in today’s world? How scary, really, does the future have to be? Life lessons with Yuval Noah Harari
“A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper.” (E. B. White) I’m hardly stooping so low as to refer to myself as a ‘writer’. But this is the situation I always seem to find myself in, and life during this quarantine is only exacerbating this. The time, the mood, everything always has to be just right. If I don’t have a chunk of quiet, private, guaranteed uninterrupted time, then I’m hopeless. Just the mere hint of interruption is enough to send my heart into palpations. BUT…this quarantine has been a blessing in disguise, at least as far as writing goes. I’ve not only written more, whenever I can squeeze it in, but I’m being a bit more social in terms of keeping in touch. But ‘paper’? Good lord, how old-fashioned can one get? Am I cut out for this world and its impatience? I’ve already written one excessively long diatribe about the news and newspapers and what a dying art sitting down to read in long stre...