Two short fragments from Adam Phillips writing in The Observer about the room in which he writes:
"The room is chaotic-ish most of the time because tidiness is beyond me here; it seems that I don't really like to know where things are, I just want them to come to hand when I need them. When books are taken off the shelves they are not often taken back, so I tend to use those I can see at any given moment for whatever it is I am writing."
"I can only really write in this room, which I regret. I have always wanted to be able to write wherever I was. In any room."
Vlatka wrote me about a strand of philosophy described as 'speculative realism'. Reading about one of its adherents belief "that God does not exist but may exist in the future."