Private writing
The Slow Letter #59
Hey Reader,
hope you're having a slow Sunday. If you're celebrating Easter - well, I hope it's slow too.
To tell you the truth, I haven’t much in the way of a letter today. I could try and force something out but it would do no good. This is not to say I haven’t any words - I do, but of the private sort, writing that’s for me and my eyes only. So I'll keep it safe until it ripens for the public.
That, I think, is the difference between writing and churning out endless content. The former takes time and skill to ripen, while the latter goes on and on - a bland, uniform, repetitive, clickable merry-go-round. Something like your average social media feed.
So, instead of sending you content for the sake of content, I’ll say hello this time around and keep writing until we meet again.
Enjoy your day, I sure do.
One Thought
Everyone's looking for significance.
Stay slow,
Marin
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