"I do not think it a coincidence that the advent of the written word was nourished by river water,” writes Olivia Laing. 1. Spring Everywhere I go I must take the water of the land. I realised this, ironically, not by the tranquility of a mountain-top spring or skimming over the vastness of the Bosphorous, but by the narrow canals of the banking district in central London. It is very possible that these were the most polluted, most stagnant and impure waters I have sat with this summer, yet it was there that these words surfaced in my mind:
A raindrop is lonely until it lands in the ocean
A raindrop is lonely until it lands in the…
A raindrop is lonely until it lands in the ocean
"I do not think it a coincidence that the advent of the written word was nourished by river water,” writes Olivia Laing. 1. Spring Everywhere I go I must take the water of the land. I realised this, ironically, not by the tranquility of a mountain-top spring or skimming over the vastness of the Bosphorous, but by the narrow canals of the banking district in central London. It is very possible that these were the most polluted, most stagnant and impure waters I have sat with this summer, yet it was there that these words surfaced in my mind: