Reading: White Teeth by Zadie Smith. I hated the first fifteen pages with a passion and could not wait for the book to end, so my book club could stamp my passport that yes, I read it, but now, halfway through I am entranced and when I fall asleep the characters inhabit the dreams.
Listening: to the Mountain Goats, and the concert this week was a breath, that breath after you realized you weren’t breathing, like someone’s taking your photo and you think you shouldn’t breathe, it’ll mess up the photo.
Watching: Law & Order on repeat, hail Netflix, and brain rot, and because it reminds me of all the terrible things that aren’t happening to me right now. What a fruitcake, I know.