debunking the myths of travel fifteen times over
UncategorizedWriting: Why Do We Even Bother?
Art, reflections, Uncategorized, writingWe bother because through writing we are to be able to come back to being our true selves. Writing is the glue that binds the past to the present. Writing is the symbolic representation of memory. It’s how memory is reframed into what experience was and what we’d like it to be. Writing is a conscious process until it’s no longer a conscious process, at which point we become beautifully lost in the art. Writing is the arrangement of words – orphaned units of meaning that together form a family. It’s a family affair and a family reunion. Writing permits potentially infinite combinations of self-contained units of meaning to transcend definition, and so to take on a life of their own. Writing brings experience to life and feeling to the fore. It makes us stop and take stock, to look again at what we thought we knew. It’s a mover and a shaker. It clears cobwebs in the mind. When writing is performed as a task, it organises the mind. And when performed as an art disorganises the mind in ways that reminds me of what T.S. Elliot said about exploration: that the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time.

