This is my first collection of essays, also titled Source. There is no interweaving of fame and profit, no sorrow or longing, no success or failure. There are only the changing of day and night, the passing of spring and autumn, and the ordinary days in between. I move through the hurried flow of time, turning over words spoken without thought and glances exchanged in passing. I simply believe that there are people who enjoy writing that is calm and unrestrained. If so, I will wait here, quietly writing down the joys and sorrows that come at the end of stories I have taken part in, or never been part of.
Theme: Recording reflections
