You'll have to forgive me, Dear Reader... but I've been thinking about modernism again.
And in moments of weakness like this, I refuse to turn to T.S. Eliot.
So Wallace Stevens it is...I've always found it so amusing that he humped life insurance.
But how else do you bring the world up to speed.
Asia is this way... arriving with this wealth of know how like...
These are confusing times...one is easily swept away.
Anyway, it was a very pleasant morning. Sun and a little breeze. Washed my hands in the outdoor sink. Stepped over a family of pine cones. Felt the wood on the desks smooth after a solid sanding.