All these ten years, I went out every day and night, feeling that I had to see everything the city had to offer — arts, performances, and places; but that is impossible in this city of overflowing cultural places and events. Before that, for eight years, splitting time between Swarthmore, PA, and New York City, I could see only what I could. Having full time in the city whetted my voracious appetite limitlessly. I wouldn’t say I now feel saturated. But I am ready to start feeling that I don’t have to see everything, not even everything I want to see. I am beginning to feel content seeing what I could, as before, but not by being constrained by available time or energy, but, for now, by exercising willful selectivity. At 86 I am finally a little bit wiser.
04/06/19
04/06/19
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