Maybe it’s because I’m a writer, so I think everything is ultimately about metaphor, but it occurred to me, or maybe I just wondered if maybe for every person who gets really into and really good at something, they think deep down that their thing– cooking, building houses, making pharmaceuticals, swimming– is actually the most apt and vivid metaphor for human experience as they know it. I thought, maybe if you don’t think that about what you do, that is why you feel unfulfilled and so on.
I had a good writing week here in rome. I am within 50 pages of where I let off last January, heaving the draft into the present for myself. These last 50 are going to be really hard to heave, though, I can see already. And then I’m back on the cliff.