March 11, 2010 § Leave a comment
This here has been in my inbox for nearly a month and I have been meaning to get around to it ever since. I can say that despite a real-life enactment of the tired cliche–a journey for self-discovery via more exotic, less fortunate destinations–Christina Rivera’s words, once read, seem authentic.
Some bits that seemed relevant and could be shared–without giving away too much of the writing itself.
It was a relentless self-inquiry; the blank drawing longer and the question only spinning more furiously with each book I pulled off the metaphysics shelf.
Finally I put the books down. Put everything down. Realizing that I would find none of my answers in their conclusions and that these were chapters only I could write.