It was inspiring because I really like to think of a guy who’s dedicated himself to writing and contemplation,
and contemplation is a key qualifier to writing here, because lots of people write, but there is a way of writing purposefully and meaningfully that I think adds an extra dimension of importance to writing,
and that is to use writing as a tool for contemplation.
So at the end of the day I briefly met up with a guy I sort of know and really like called F and we did a five-minute meditation, he and I and his friend Tanya, on this inner-east-end street, this street nearby a swanky private school near where I used to work, on the same corner where a woman and I once accidentally and simultaneously said to each other, “I love you”, which turned out not to be true,
but this meditation was really nice and it was just what I needed after such a hectic day.