Ibiza 1980 by the old olive press
That stone olive press was my first Thinking Spot. Years ago, before I realized that Thinking Was a Luxury, I used to sit here in the back of the house and think. In those days, thinking was very close to dreaming, and dreaming was very close to living and living in those days wasn’t exactly easy, because we were always running out of water in the cistern and the car was always breaking down and the butane that ran the refrigerator might be low and we always needed firewood in winter. But, we were rich! We didn’t have any bills to pay. We didn’t have electricity. We didn’t have a phone. We didn’t have cell phones. We didn’t have computers or TV’s or fax machines. We had an old country house with a flat leaky roof, we had a roof over our heads. Charles Bukowski said it so well. “I was a writer with a place to sleep.” And, a place to think.