Post-Loaf

Other than the exceptions I’ve noted before, I’d wondered why former waiters never wrote down the details on the Bread Loaf experience.

I now know: it’s because it’s all a blur. A beautiful blur. Like traveling on a very fast train through the countryside: you see a landscape you love, and then it’s gone. I already miss it. Hopefully, I’ll be able to put together my thoughts at a later date.

In any case, I’ve a filthy apartment covered with notes and papers and so on. I need to collate all of that paper and put down my thoughts in one place. Think about it for a while, and then actually do some worthwhile writing.

Anyway, I’m in love with all of the fellow waiters. Such a smart group. I’m privileged to know them. Really.