Objet d'art: my desk, I love this desk and the corner I write in where I can keep books to hand and music on constant. And it's not just a workstation but a bolthole and a place of refuge. I am not precious about it, the kids are on the screensaver and the screen itself sits on top of two books, the bottom one is a collection of Romantic poetry and the one above is Sigmund Freud's On Dreams. And let's not be pretentious, those books were chosen because they are the right size. Yesterday, I finished my first draft of my Essay, 'The Lyrical Future of Nostalgia,' for Axon, only to remember a quote I wanted to include but forgot to do so - isn't it just the case. No matter I can clip it in today - not like the old typewriter days! And here it is,
She entered the story knowing she would emerge from it feeling she had been immersed in the lives of others, in plots that stretched back twenty years, her body full of sentences and moments, as if awakening from sleep with a heaviness caused by unremembered dreams.
Michael Ondatje, The English Patient
Isn't it great.The English Patient is one of my all time favourite books for this very reason. And I might be listening to this at the same time, I love this clip, and it reminds me of reading Ondatje's book,
