yes, i am ok

those tremors happened over a week ago now, but 3 nights out of seven, i've dreamt of earthquakes. it's not like those crazy dreams, where anything could happen, but they have all been those ultra realistic dreams, where i've had to ask other people if there actually was an earthquake last night because i don't know if i woke up in the middle of the night or not. i'm living in a house of cards.


sleepless

because of or despite of those dreams, i have also been unable to sleep early for the past ten days. every insomniac has a time limit of trying to get to sleep before having to do something else. my limit is one hour. after that i read. in this limbo between wanting to sleep and not being able to sleep, my concentration is misty. i can't focus on new material, so i always go back to books i have read. re-reading old books is like talking to old friends: you can start wherever you want; you are comfortable in their company even though you're not sure what they are talking about; you always know what they are going to say or do next; you know their flaws and secrets; there is always something new that they want to show you. you can leave and there is no regret or hard feelings. you can return whenever you like know that they will always be the same. you can always pick up where you left off.

most recently: mrs dalloway - virginia wolfe, essays - george orwell, snows of kilimanjaro - ernest hemmingway.


magnificent

watched magnificent seven and hannah and her sisters yesterday and the day before yesterday. both great films. woody allen is untouchable. how can you make a joke about nazis where the punch like is can openers? stunning. magnificent 7 was also great. it's a bit like the wild bunch for kids. makes me want to watch westworld again. james caan was really skinny. only the dead have no fear.


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