When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943
Earth hour. Just me, a candle and my thoughts. No distractions, except my own mind (fml). Enjoying this dark and solitude hour, more than I had expected. There should be more hours like this. Forced reflection while preserving the place I barely consider.
New ritual? I think so.
