And which one do I embody most, the philosopher, the poet or the naturalist? None or all. I used to write more lyrical works but that has taken a back seat. I suppose I used to write way more, but it has taken a more personal route as I work through a book for the girls. I should really leave this to an occasional dip into style but I do like it and maybe it’s my philosopher side, me exploring me, and getting that out the way.
Likewise this journal was meant to be the naturalist in me, or the nature appreciator, as I am no naturalist, just an observer who likes to keep his eyes open. Am I even remotely a philosopher? Perhaps I philosophise about myself, perhaps I just like to pretend I do.
I’ve just written a short passage for my dad’s new book, the blurb on the back, and it felt good to be productive, to be useful in a way that wasn’t for myself or for LW use too. Had I known they were doing a third volume I might’ve knocked something together as I didn’t get anything in Volume 2. My essay in the first volume appeared without my knowledge or consent anyway, but it does feel good to be somehow involved and to be creative again.