Every so often I read a story by a writer or author which awakens something inside of me. Usually, it begins right with the first sentence, or paragraph. It’s almost like I can hear the voice of this person while reading the words.
I saw a cabin like this somewhere on social media a couple of weeks ago.
It was a meme, of sorts. It went something like this (I’m paraphrasing):
This is a basic cabin with food, water and a wood fireplace. There is no tv, no wifi, no phone, no internet. You have food and water and firewood. Can you stay here for one month? If yes you can collect a prize of $100,000.
My initial answer was an immediate HELL YES. 🙂
One month? I have food, water and warmth? Who cares about the internet or tv…
The week leading up to Christmas had me feeling low and borderline depressed. This is pretty standard for me this time of year, and was augmented by the prevailing lockdown. I tried to keep my head above water but failed. There is a metaphorical abyss in my life that has a life of its own. For one thing, it moves. It follows me around. 😬
This post is the second part of a story I recalled while walking down memory lane. It involves a life drawing class with nude models. It may interest you to read part 1 first, and I would highly encourage you to read the comments, as well.
Given the interesting events of the first nude model drawling class, and the subsequent attention from a male student in a dorm, I spent the rest of my week fretting.
Partly I was intrigued about the the philosopher student’s offer to pose nude for me in the name of ‘practicing’ my sketching. But it was weird; he was a few years older, and he had a fiancée I had never even seen in the dorm.