We're always thinking of eternity as an idea that cannot be understood, something immense. But why must it be? What if, instead of all this, you suddenly find just a little room there, something like a village bath-house, grimy, and spiders in every corner, and that's all eternity is. Sometimes, you know, I can't help feeling that that's what it is.What with all the 'insect' references in Crime and Punishment on top, this just makes my flesh creep, makes me feel vulnerable, not safe, somehow wretched, like the awful Raskolnikov himself. Powerful writing.
Still and lol it was a beautiful day, setting out at 8am and arriving at The Woolpack for our reward at 3.30 with barely a rest. Legs aching a little the day after, but not as much or as painfully as last time and I go on because I must. I feel like I've been procrastinating, but know that I haven't - sometimes it's just really hard to find space in our lives even for things that are important to us. However, oh joy! I feel that I am finally on track to start writing again, and not only start writing, but give writing my complete focus. That is a good reason to be cheerful.