I’ve begun to read Mircea Eliade’s two last volumes of his Journal in the English translation. They were published by The University of Chicago Press and I ordered them to an Arizona bookstore. A long travel from there! I’m studying some aspects of Eliade’s work for an upcoming issue of a journal on Metapolitics, and I’m impressed for his vitality and his desire to write day after day. I understand him. Writing is not just creating, it’s an addiction.