Escaping the madness of the metropolis to begin 2018 in a small village near the Pyrenees was a revitalising experience. Remarkably, the chance to walk, to think, to read - undisturbed - created the kind of meditative space that life under capitalism often denies us.
It recalls the peerless Wordsworth on the Sublime:
'A meditation rose on me that night
Upon the lonely mountain when the scene
Had passed away, and it appeared to me
The perfect image of a mighty mind.'
Lège, 11 January 2018