Spent 4 hours Saturday/Sunday morning hurtling through the book….
I found it at times to be an uncomfortable read, like I was using â€œreading musclesâ€ that had never before been flexed. Always sore, wanting to go back to using my usual muscles that were already toned and flexible. The subject matter was foreign, the person someone I couldnâ€™t relate to in any way. I felt trapped in a foreign country with no money, no map, and all I could do was pick an arbitrary direction and start walking, but always curious about what was around the next corner…. And I kept walking, all the way to the last page. I saw and heard amazing things, and very much enjoyed the hardship. But Iâ€™m glad itâ€™s over.
My own journal writing is more frequent and reads better.
Amazed at Eno’s ability to transfer his thoughts to the written word. It seems nothing is lost in translation. Whereas my mind and my pen donâ€™t hear each other at all (in certain areas), let alone proper translation. I have the same problem with drawing and penmanship. Mind/Body disconnect.
I listen to music differently.
It transformed a very minor part of me, but completely.