05/30/17, 10:37am, sitting on my bed in Beijing, in the middle of reading Calvino’s Invisible Cities

It has come to my attention that I have in the past devoted significant amounts of time towards gaining a single adjective attached to my being, like being well-read, or being carefree, or being obliviously attractive. I’m not proud of it, but I’m also not yet sure whether I should be ashamed of it.

05/29/17 3:32pm, sitting at the supper table with LaoLao reading Einstein’s Dreams

Reading novels like Einstein’s Dreams, texts that survey human life and distill it to simple actions of arbitrary and interchangable men and women — always put me in an odd state of mind. The Bible. One Hundred Years of Solitude. I can’t quite describe it. It takes me out of the present, takes me outContinue reading “05/29/17 3:32pm, sitting at the supper table with LaoLao reading Einstein’s Dreams”

8/15/16, 9:29pm

8/15/16, 9:29pm, notes on iPhone walden the importance of reading but also that he prioritized living in the nature the sounds – minimal human sounds, lengthy descriptions of nature (birds, leaves) visitors solitude appreciating the pond – water is green in large quantities, like glass

Arbitrary Good Day

Just a particularly good day. A pleasant surprise of a late start for school. So, delicious breakfast of squash and some Jane Eyre, as well as a solid page or so of the concerto. Just tons of energy at school, with people and whatnot. Greeting and jabbering to everyone; I couldn’t help it. JL gaveContinue reading “Arbitrary Good Day”