Gozo

Joy speaks to us of the possibility of an almost sacred pleasure: that of doing nothing (or not doing much, or not out of necessity). And the fragmented prose that gives it form unfolds, at the same time, a constellation of kindred voices and thoughts—from Georges Perec to Susan Sontag, from Roland Barthes to Maggie Nelson—ready to reveal what arises when, before ourselves, before the mirror of the sea, we finally give ourselves respite and stop.