I mean I think that I have the chronic adversary just to create a post, of: things happen faster than I can process them. So I have to set aside time, like I have done just now, or I will be flailing at the Present with little direction.
I’ve been reading Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast. That book has been the first of a run of acquisitions from the Withdrawn Stock from my library. I don’t love adding to a collection that’s already too big for where we are (no collection is a good size for where we are, currently) but I also don’t want to miss out. Asking “on what” will get a vague hand gesture, because… y’know. Books.
Life is information, information is life. 