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Sitges: Fragments
Salou Monday, I spent the day taking trains to see Dennis in Salou (not, as it happens, Salo – the subject of the infamous Pasolini film, which Goffredo always wants to tease me to see again – that’s on Lake Como in Italy). A not unpleasant visit to another, larger, more crowded beach city, with…
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Sitges: People, and people
I remain confused about the position of other people in my life… my family, my friends, my colleagues. Lately I’ve allowed two friendships to become somewhat damaged: one because a dear friend’s husband is going through a rough time, and I have little respect for how he’s handling it – thus, in an admittedly ruthless…
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Sitges: Art
It turns out I have Internet access here – probably from some neighbor who hasn’t put a password on their system. I had various minor anxieties about coming here: will it be too commercial, too self-conscious, too artificial? Will I have the unhappy experiences I’ve had in the past, even though they are always mixed…
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Away, away
Off to Sitges for a week. Have fussed about whether this is really where I should be traveling, what I need, what effect it is supposed to have: what would make me happy(ier), what would get me back to work, what would refresh me? Anyway, this is what it is. So: see you later alligator….
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Ostern in Stuttgart (IV)
[Fourth – perhaps there will be five – in a series on my hospital experiences last month.] [March 26 – 31] Porträts (Wednesday) As I lay in the hospital, recovering, with not many things happening on any given day (a status which will last for about a week, as it happens), I meet various nurses,…
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Prescription
So… Mitchell's response to my impulsive desires to travel to, probably, Barcelona, and getting a cat, is, quite sensibly: okay then, get a flight and then get a cat. Melinda's therapeutic suggestion today was the same. All right: I get it. Simple answers to simple desires. A casual phone call to Joyce, she was in…
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