….suddenly Virginia Woolf and her “A room of one’s own” feels actual. This seems to be my own private room.
Maybe it’s not “Day zero” but already “Day One”. Don’t know how you count time on occasions like this. When did it really start?
Like for creation we subside to conventions. This is day zero because it’s the moment we start to count and the moment we start to write. Hope it’ll do better than its predecessor. Some things will remain the same. Two voices, two brains, four hands and spare numbers.