Last week HK and I took an expected-unexpected vacation to Iceland. Expected because we had planned to take a vacation from approximately last week to this week. Unexpected because we had been planning to go to New Mexico, but our unnamed domestic airline decided to cancel all return flights on our intended return date and add two layovers in US cities that are currently Delta hotspots, making the trip not only longer but riskier. Long story short, I planned and booked a completely new vacation in the span of 48 hours.[Feature photo by Yanyi: Looking above towards a clear blue sky, you watch a puffin fly through the rift between two cliffs of volcanic rock.]
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Today is the last edition of The Writing. Starting next week, I am releasing, instead, one more letter a month just for paid subscribers like you.
There was a point in time that I assumed that writing was just one job: to get the thoughts down and out. But as so many reader letters reflect here at The Reading, art is at least two jobs. The first is to resist; the second is to make.