I caught a cold. I didn’t have the focus to edit the short story I wrote at the bar. The handful of poems I drafted are too dark and personal, and need at least three more drafts before sharing. So, here’s the stack next to my bed.
- Fluent City Level 1 Spanish.
- Calling a Wolf a Wolf by Kaveh Akbar.
- The Penguin Book of Modern Fantasy by Women Intro by Joanna Russ, Edited by A. Susan Williams and Richard Glyn Jones.
And I’m reading A Manual for Cleaning Women by Lucia Berlin on a good friend’s recommendation. It’s not my favorite, but the ways she uses her craft occasionally catches my breath.
A few resonating articles from this week.
I went to the Guggenheim to see the Hilma af Klint exhibit this week. I was obsessed with the orange of the beaks of the two swans. The colors blend and contrast, pulling the eye.
On the train, I talked to a man about how the government is still shut down. In turn, he shared stories of where he was when the twin towers fell with another woman who was also in the city. I listened.
I’ve missed this forced intimacy of never having private space. I also haven’t forgotten everyone needs a regular break from it. When I left the city the first time, I had multiple beloved friends reach out thinking they should leave as well. They knew where they’d go, but they weren’t sure why. Now we all live in the same city again.
This isn’t what I promised, but it is good enough for now.