You have probably already started imagining it – the towel spread across warm sand, the icy drink sweating in your hand, the blissful nothingness of a week away from your inbox. It is practically a rite of passage once the temperatures climb. But if you have been quietly shelving those plans, telling yourself you will...
The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being.
If you’re trying to say that I’m boring you’re correct!