The very act of creating is an act of power, an act of hope. It’s a reminder that we are not powerless pawns, not cattle in a big cosmic slaughterhouse.
Since Ms. Grout has eloquently described the dismal alternative to not making any art in her quote above, I better keep working. This week’s task is to imagine writing a memoir and present its title. I’ve also listed 5 memoirs I’m either reading, have already read or have waiting on the shelf.