Quietude

It has been a quiet week in my mind.

I was enjoying a German beer (Schneider & Sons - weisse) at Huberhouse the other day (basement of the Crescent Moon) and reading Thomas Mann's "Buddensbrook". SOmeone asked me who were my favorite authors.

This used to be an easy question, but i realized suddenly that i no longer had an answer. Kafka, Dostoevski, Mauriac, Flaubert, Grimmelshausen ... the old names would just not leave my tounge, they no longer sound correct. No new names have replaced them.

It is best that i write as little as possible when such thoughts are afoot in my mind. I might start giving voice to nihilism.