Music for my airports
I went outside. Tried taking in the billions of stars above, lingering long enough to allow each point of light the chance to scratch a deep hole in the back of my retina, so that when I finally did turn to face the dark surrounding forest I thought I saw the billion eyes of a billion cats blinking out, in the math of the living, the sum of the universe, the stories of history, a life older than...
The pursuit of permanence in the world is as damaging as the acceptance of the...– Mark Z. Danielewski
Also, an hour ago I was asked by the editor of Los Angeles Review of Books if I would like to do a interview with Steve Erickson for them. As in - STEVE ERICKSON. You know my answer. Thank you, you can go back to your drinks now.
Ok, I don’t want to rub it in but it’s 21 degrees and sunny where I am now. And it’s where I’ll be for good from September.
China and London →
Drinking Baileys, watching RED (Baileys does not help the movie, unfortunately), and surfing the net 30,000 feet over the Atlantic.
redking: nomad93: So. I got the letter finally. Californian winters are way better than Polish winters. does that mean a place to crash in California? It does, indeed.
So. I got the letter finally. Californian winters are way better than Polish winters.