Allow: Space and Time

reading and listening to music: the triumphs of being not myself

Susan Sontag, Pilgrimage

It started with my mobile – old, about four, five years old – which had reached its storage limit. And I thought, that’s right. Too much and too many. So instead of adding storage – more, more, more – I started letting go. Removing. Deleting. Images. Files. Applications. Accounts. Email lists. Subscriptions.

I began to hear the space, to feel my thinking, to let things be. I returned to reading for the act in and of itself, without a question in mind, without a purpose or a deadline. A gift of time. Let the body chose the words it needs: what calls? The cover – the title – the cover image – the first line – a page opened at random and a word?

And it continues. The shedding. And in doing so, a containment of sorts. An affirmation. Re-affirmation. Con-firmation. What is it we tell ourselves we need – or can release – with all this virtual and physical stuff? To remind ourselves of who we are? Or to be someone else?

Above, a photograph of books currently in progress or recently read:

• Mary O’Donoghue The Hour After Happy Hour
• Johanna Hedva Your Love Is Not Good
• Amy Key Arrangements In Blue
• The Paris Review 243
• Susan Sontag Stories
• Not pictured but recently read: Helen Blackhurst Swimming on Dry Land and Alison Wells Random Acts Of Optimism.

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