Albert Camus said it better than I ever could ~ ~ ~ “He realized now that to be afraid of this death he was staring at with animal terror meant to be afraid of life. Fear of dying justified a limitless attachment to what is alive in man. And all those who had not made the gestures necessary to live their lives, all those who feared and exalted impotence— they were afraid of death because of the sanction it gave to a life in which they had not been involved. They had not lived enough, never having lived at all. And death was a kind of gesture, forever withholding water from the traveler vainly seeking to slake his thirst. But for the others, it was the fatal and tender gesture that erases and denies, smiling at gratitude as at rebellion.”
Dear Ben, thank you for your work, the inspiration, the laughs, the tears, the midnight reads. Thank you for your honesty - not just today! Good luck with your new endeavours. I hope the muse treats you kindly, wherever life leads you! Best of luck, d
As a fellow nom de plume, I completely understand the awkwardness of hiding you describe. And enjoyment is our mind's way of telling us whether we're on the right path or not. Thanks for all the wonderful stories, and I hope you find a fresh source of electrifying energy that feels right for you. Wishing you fair winds.
I've been reading your work since you were doing collabs with The Dirty Gentleman on Tumblr. On the cosmic scale of things, I owe you a drink if we were ever to meet. Thank you for everything you have given us, and best of luck in your future endeavors.
Sending love for the journey forward! Thank-you for all that you have shared.
Albert Camus said it better than I ever could ~ ~ ~ “He realized now that to be afraid of this death he was staring at with animal terror meant to be afraid of life. Fear of dying justified a limitless attachment to what is alive in man. And all those who had not made the gestures necessary to live their lives, all those who feared and exalted impotence— they were afraid of death because of the sanction it gave to a life in which they had not been involved. They had not lived enough, never having lived at all. And death was a kind of gesture, forever withholding water from the traveler vainly seeking to slake his thirst. But for the others, it was the fatal and tender gesture that erases and denies, smiling at gratitude as at rebellion.”
Good luck, it’s just a new page for you!! Enjoy it!
Yes please keep your substack online as an archive! I started following you here via tumblr, which I also don't use as much anymore.
Best of luck and thank you so much for your stories, your writing. <3
Dear Ben, thank you for your work, the inspiration, the laughs, the tears, the midnight reads. Thank you for your honesty - not just today! Good luck with your new endeavours. I hope the muse treats you kindly, wherever life leads you! Best of luck, d
Thank you! I'm excited and nervous about what comes next, but it feels like the right things to do.
Best to you as well!
Ben
As a fellow nom de plume, I completely understand the awkwardness of hiding you describe. And enjoyment is our mind's way of telling us whether we're on the right path or not. Thanks for all the wonderful stories, and I hope you find a fresh source of electrifying energy that feels right for you. Wishing you fair winds.
Wishing you all the best, Ben. It's been a long ride!
I've been reading your work since you were doing collabs with The Dirty Gentleman on Tumblr. On the cosmic scale of things, I owe you a drink if we were ever to meet. Thank you for everything you have given us, and best of luck in your future endeavors.
You’re an inspiration Ben! I hope the next step is a wonderful reawakening.
Thank you so much! I guess I'll find out one way or another. :D