What an experience it has been to rediscover this old blog. When the memory of its existence surfaced in my mind, my thoughts were of deleting it entirely.
But then, I saw all the comments various posts had received over the years since I abandoned it. I saw that it was quoted elsewhere. And I read over my youthful ramblings.
This old blog is not reviving, but I no longer have the heart to take it down. It will stand as a time capsule. Know that I am alive and well, and I hope that you might find some joy in my old musings.
Peace and freedom to you all,
Louie Singer
A final note on the “Unknowable Longing.”
Toská – noun /ˈtō-skə/ – Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”
― Vladimir Nabokov
To all men else uncouth 