Wednesday, April 13, 2011


Sitting in the room, the walls obscured by dusk, the chair illuminated by the lamp, a mug of tea grown cold and a novel forgotten on the table. There are other novels that could be read, the text searched for the hook of meaning and motion that grabs at the mind and won't let go, but the forgotten novel holds its place firmly against competition, even though it is not particularly compelling or well written. It is, in the semi-darkened room, the object most notable, for being put aside.

Tony Hiss has good things to say, he just says them really awkwardly.

the first leaves on trees! Come on, spring, you can do it!