Twitter has hacked my brain. Years ago I was capable of blogging long essays. Now I think in 140 character bursts. This must stop.
I have New Age music playing, I’m not looking at Twitter, I’m not reading item after item in Feedly, I’m not curating links endlessly in Pocket or del.icio.us (or whatever linkhoarding tool is current now).
It is late evening, it is calm, and I had a pleasant day of errands, eating out with family, playing board games, and laughing. I ate out twice, in fact. Lunch and dinner, spent with family. An older couple, a middle-aged couple, and a young couple went out to dinner and enjoyed each other’s company. We shared old memories and made some new ones.
On our way out to the car, we passed a beautiful bronze statue, symbolic of culture and history and of remembering how good things should be even if there’s a tragic history.
This is culture worth preserving. This is history worth remembering, This is beauty worth contemplating.
