Non-Fiction Short Stories. Travel, oldsters, love, moments worthy of pause. Monday, Wednesday, Friday.
After a few weeks practicing my Turkish with various strangers, I’m pleased with my progress–but overwhelmed by how much I still have to learn. Smiling helps. Smiling helps me make inroads, though I’m unintentionally cracking people up all the time.
I await the day when I can be funny on purpose. When I feel like the person speaking is actually me. When I can say something true, something weighty, something lovely.
“We are like people living in a country whose language they know so little that, with all manner of beautiful and profound things to say, they are condemned to the banalities of the conversation manual. Their brain is seething with ideas, and they can only tell you that the umbrella of the gardener’s aunt is in the house.”
-W. Somerset Maugham. The Moon and Sixpence.