reading & walking
Mar. 7th, 2006 03:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
awhyzipI'm reading excerpts from Hannah Senesh's diary. Reminds me of Anne Frank's diary (unsurprisingly), which I also never really read. I'm thinking that maybe I should decide to read more of them.
She's writing about a sense of mission, and also of self-doubt -- thinking she's shamefully shallow and unhappy with what she's accomplished --, reflecting on the huge change in her outlook going from anti-Zionist to Zionist. Maybe it's an artifact of the selections chosen, but there's less of those "oh, what I imagine the world will be like in some number of years" passages that gave me the same unpleasant feeling as most romantic comedies do when I read them [the passages] excerpted from Anne Frank's writings.
I appreciate that among the reflective "big questions", Hannah has snippets of her life -- mention of her brother winning a Ping Pong tournament. Goes to parties, goes to dances, also taking classes & farming. Life still goes by as life, even if you're trying to shape it.
Her updates are sporadic (confirmed textually, not just going off dates of the selected entries). That reassures me about my own journal(s) that I keep -- apart from this LJ. Haven't written in the one in months although there's been stuff I should have.
Last night I had a walk in the evening. The night had mild-ed up and I was glad to be out in it. I don't set off on walks as often as would be good for me. I need a reason that requires the destination, so having a distant parking spot was a good thing. I was in smooth motion and carrying no burden, but I couldn't find quiet. Always a new house's noises would rise up out of the background sound as the last point-source's faded down to indistinctness.
I wished to be away -- by Fitzgerald Lake, or somewhere else in the woods. There was some place out in Concord the Jason took us once. This is just not something one can expect Cambridge to provide.
She's writing about a sense of mission, and also of self-doubt -- thinking she's shamefully shallow and unhappy with what she's accomplished --, reflecting on the huge change in her outlook going from anti-Zionist to Zionist. Maybe it's an artifact of the selections chosen, but there's less of those "oh, what I imagine the world will be like in some number of years" passages that gave me the same unpleasant feeling as most romantic comedies do when I read them [the passages] excerpted from Anne Frank's writings.
I appreciate that among the reflective "big questions", Hannah has snippets of her life -- mention of her brother winning a Ping Pong tournament. Goes to parties, goes to dances, also taking classes & farming. Life still goes by as life, even if you're trying to shape it.
Her updates are sporadic (confirmed textually, not just going off dates of the selected entries). That reassures me about my own journal(s) that I keep -- apart from this LJ. Haven't written in the one in months although there's been stuff I should have.
Last night I had a walk in the evening. The night had mild-ed up and I was glad to be out in it. I don't set off on walks as often as would be good for me. I need a reason that requires the destination, so having a distant parking spot was a good thing. I was in smooth motion and carrying no burden, but I couldn't find quiet. Always a new house's noises would rise up out of the background sound as the last point-source's faded down to indistinctness.
I wished to be away -- by Fitzgerald Lake, or somewhere else in the woods. There was some place out in Concord the Jason took us once. This is just not something one can expect Cambridge to provide.
