Category: Everyday

Continuing, in the night, this uneasy fascination with change, time, life – the night is still hot, the pillow still like a heating pad. It was all probably produced by the long bursts of heavy, outward-directed work of the past weeks, that have finally left me dried out, tired – in the midst of this…

Once again, the weather is better, and so am I. That Venezuelan houseguest is again delayed, and confusion reigns on that front; but his Latin American identity has somewhat influenced the whole situation, as I merely feel like: oh well, okay, no worries. (Now you can see how valuable it was for me to live…

[N.B. not, in this case, ‘gray’ – I’m not generally enamored (enamoured?) of British spellings; ‘analyse’ seems rather nice, sort of aesthetic, but ‘colour’ is merely affected (English isn’t French, however many Norman aristocrats would have wanted it that way) and ‘programme’, which comes up daily at work, is just ridiculous. But I’ll admit that…