Though the pattern this “newsletter” sticks to both for the week and within each post itself--claim, place, question, school, politics, “I,” coda--comes with a fair bit of license it also, like any form, gets too precious at times . . . maybe most of the time.
And after a few days on Lake Orta, in Italy, this darling of form felt all the more silly, should probably get killed off in favor of, you know, writing as just writing, like a few days ago.
Why so?
Probably because Orta is a vacation spot and vacation spots are meant to be enjoyed rather than worked in or are meant to be visited with someone else attached.
Or so the world says.
Even though I am all too accustomed to traveling alone.
All too, which is killer enough.
North to Leysin (Switzerland) today, with train ride time, I hope, to finally write about the three girls of the Hidden Forest (India) and the 38 bedroom property for sale on the main (and only) square of Orta and what it might be used for.