Travel Is Compost For The Mind

I Feel Very Troubled In The Head And Heart.

I Found Out About The Spanish War Because I Was In Germany When It Began.

Gradually I Came To Realize That People Will More Readily Swallow Lies Than Truth, As If The Taste Of Lies Was Homey, Appetizing: A Habit.

War Happens To People, One By One. That Is Really All I Have To Say And It Seems To Me I Have Been Saying It Forever. Unless They Are Immediate Victims, The Majority Of Mankind Behaves As If War Was An Act Of God Which Could Not Be Prevented; Or They Behave As If War Elsewhere Was None Of Their Business. It Would Be A Bitter Cosmic Joke If We Destroy Ourselves Due To Atrophy Of The Imagination.

Then Somebody Suggested I Should Write About The War, And I Said I Didn't Know Anything About The War. I Did Not Understand Anything About It. I Didn't See How I Could Write It