November 30/365 Nowhere

In a way, I’ve traveled widely and yet been almost nowhere. I will probably never know if my impressions bear any resemblance to the real because they are all birthed from the words of writers better than me. I hope that Eudora Welty is right about the importance of knowing one place in order to understand all other places. I have known a few places down to their cores. I also hope she is right about journeys:

It is our inward journey that leads us through time – forward or back, seldom in a straight line, most often spiraling. Each of us is moving, changing, with respect to others. As we discover, we remember; remembering, we discover; and most intensely do we experience this when our separate journeys converge. Our living experience at those meeting points is one of the charged dramatic fields of fiction.

― Eudora Welty, One Writer’s Beginnings

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4 thoughts on “November 30/365 Nowhere

    • Emily Dickinson would take issue with you! (But then, she only really seemed to know her own interior place rather than the exterior, and perhaps it could be argued that she knew many interior places of the imagination.)

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