Perspicacity

I’ve taken to bringing along Rilke’s "Letters to a Young Poet" with me, to read on the train to and from work. Part of me wonders at a time where such correspondence happened, and how unlikely and improbably such a thing seems today. Published letters from a decade or so ago seem feasible. But correspondence from today feels like pushing it.

Still – there are lines in this book that take my breath away. Wise words.