'Tis Pithy
Twitter is a drug. I feel like everything I post now wants to be shortened into pithy 140 (why not the full 160 of SMS?) character pieces. But a welcome palliative was listening to John Updike's "Playing With Dynamite" (read by Roger Angell) on the bus. Suddenly I felt like writing again, full, proper writing. I looked around at the world outside the bus window and wondered about the lives upon lives stacked in the apartment blocks, true human contact playing out behind the glass facade of the Newton Road apartments.