By Walden Pond

Perhaps it's the weather or perhaps it's the world but I can't think of anything worth writing about this evening. In fact, going on a short retreat in some isolated Spanish monastery seems rather appealing.

It's all rather symptomatic of intellectual burnout. Everyone needs to stop the ride and get off once in a while but in the 21st century that isn't so easy anymore. The concept was probably legislated away by act of Parliament but nobody noticed and anyway Thoreau was an American author and there aren't many ponds left in this country which haven't been concreted over to make way for another motorway or a third runway. But as you can see, I'm writing, so I guess it's a habit , like work, that I just can't avoid anymore.


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