belated post-tour musings & photos
I am always surprised by these last days of the year. They sneak up on me, hiding behind the holidays with a brand new year in tow. I think, “wait, what?” and then it’s
I am always surprised by these last days of the year. They sneak up on me, hiding behind the holidays with a brand new year in tow. I think, “wait, what?” and then it’s
holiday cheer of the reluctant variety I despise the holidays, consumerism and plastered-on merriment wrapped in festive ribbons and shoved down my throat before I’ve even taken my Hallowe’en costume off. Every day a
This is my coffee table. My coffee table has not been this clear since before the book tour. I am far too pleased about the clearing of the coffee table, even though it quite
beautiful uncertainties “Why do you do that?” he asks me, while I’m rinsing off my brushes. “Why do I do what?” “Why do you write things you don’t believe on the tables?” “I believe
Spent the beginning of the week in NYC, having lunches and meetings and wandering around looking at twinkly lights. Part pseudo-business trip, part getting out of my apartment for a little while. My train
the way home I am tiring of paths that lead to walls. I know each wall will have a door, but they’re difficult to find and even more difficult to open, and it takes