10 days to go, and not necessarily coming back...
It's all about time, isnt it? Even if I feel somewhat tired and I have some much staff to get finished (including a frightening VAT declaration), I am quietly waiting and it feels ok.
It would be nice if I said that, after the forced working-break about to finish now, I'm planning to go back to the doing-nothing, to nadaism. But I'm afraid I'm not, I'm just and only really looking forward to continue with my next novel. (However, it depends on how you look at it, writing could be a nadaist activity for me, at least according to Spanish editors.)
Anyhow, the point of this post is the pointless (as the previous post, as everything). I've got the promise of freedom, in Istanbul and around in Turkey, and it's enough for my mind to keep me alive and happy. Besides, there's the pleasure of my resignation, the delight in my leaving.
(Warning: nothing new on the following statement); stupidly enough, it seems that a mind which is forever about to do something, or alternatively, which continuously has just done something, would be a mind in paradise. There's a single thing I'd like, for now: let me enjoy it!
Nadaism is not dead
Do you want to know if a person who passes all the time doing nothing would be able to live a normal and happy life?
... I will not work, I will not engage any activity in the long or even in the medium term - but I'll need help! Please check out the nadaist contract at the bottom of the page
... and there's other pointless investigations ongoing, just take a look to the bar on the right hand side
... I will not work, I will not engage any activity in the long or even in the medium term - but I'll need help! Please check out the nadaist contract at the bottom of the page
... and there's other pointless investigations ongoing, just take a look to the bar on the right hand side
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