I'm A Fool, You See

Thoughts on the dying of the light

“Lock up your libraries if you like,” Virginia Woolf wrote in A Room of One’s Own, “but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” The freedom, Woolf posits, is found in the having of a room in which to write. The irony being that for so many of us, it is in those exact rooms in which we feel the imprisonment of ou…