Nashville

Nashville, where I have been of late, was all music, as I knew it would be, and all kindness, though I didn't go looking for that. The sort of place where waitresses remember you day to day, and cowboy hatted men stand singing in the streets, and the bars open at 11 AM and invite you in so that you can just sit, if you want to, not thinking about much, not caring about much, just living.

I brought books, but I didn't read them. Paper, but I didn't write. Good not to be a writer for a while. Good to go empty-minded, nothing but a camera bumping up against the chest.