I can’t wait for life to be the right kind of boring again.
Road trip’s off. I kept hoping there’d still be a way to help my friend move from out by the Pacific over to near Lake Michigan, but I just can’t risk planes, buses, and motels with these tricky, uninsured lungs.
A museumgoer when I have nothing better to do, I avoid writing much about collections, because a visitor should enter a museum innocent of what’s to come, be allowed to make discoveries, and not be nagged into seeing specific works.
Paul Theroux, On the Plain of Snakes
There’s a, uh *exhales* there’s a David Lynch film on Disney+ now.
This morning requires a mountain of hash browns.
I need to make some new stories to tell.
What she does convey—here and in all her novels—is that everything is problematic; and that the human condition consists of millions and millions of people being tossed up and down the earth, trying vainly to connect but being prevented from doing so.
Bruce Chatwin on Sybille Bedford in the introduction to her A Visit To Don Otavio
Okay. Now that last month (which was pushed into this month)’s craziness is over, it’s time to make a more regular life.
Word of the day: tremulous