"What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose knit and
yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn,
slight or beautiful that comes into my mind. I should like it to
resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a
mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to
come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted
itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so
mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light
of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a
work of art."
-- Virginia Woolf's journal
This year: more writing, more learning and more sight.
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