Was wondering whether to allow my silence to speak for itself, or speak about the silence, when I chanced on this piece by Steve Coll in the New Yorker.
Unlike Coll, I am not currently engaged in writing anything. But like him, I’m finding the need to stack boulders before the metaphorical front door — some stuff I am working on demands absolute focus; mind space to write posts has been at a premium as a result.
All that said, be back here Friday. Meanwhile, treat this as an open thread, folks — anything goes.
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