i go through periods where i question things, much like you have here dear michelle…and i usually hit a wall eventually where the ‘why write?’ turns into ‘well, why do anything?’ which is grim; a total buzz-kill of a thought but also really true given impermanence and all that malarkey.
anyway, i spent the summer of my sophomore year in turkey where i remember seeing, graffitied on a bus shelter in istanbul, this quote: “whatever you do in life will be insignificant. but it is very important that you do it — gandhi.”
i copied the quote into my notebook and drew a giant cloud bubble thing around it and then underlined ‘gandhi’ who, as it turns out, may or may not have ever said that. in any case, whoever said it was wise, and onto something.
so there you are, doing your diy projects and blogging about them and wondering what on earth for. and here i am, reading, and then writing to you God knows why. and here is someone else who is snowed in tonight, sitting in a house in schenectady maybe responding because oh why the hell not. and on it goes. on and on.
it’s all very, very important. but also, of course, not important at all.