
Rainy Days & Colorless Mondays
Feeling sad, reflecting on my current Murakami read.
Feeling sad, reflecting on my current Murakami read.
Attending trials, kite fights, murders and more via Moth Smoke by Mohsin Hamad
On a ferry, with a headlight shining on Moth Smoke
An overnight destination I was tempted by, but didn’t finish.
What does AI think my dreams look like?
Thoughts about continuing to travel with books and writers after finishing the actual pages, as though on an extended roaming afterparty excursion with them.
What plans are needed to step inside the embodiment of God?
Discovering a new (to me) author unrolls a runway to perfect exciting future travel.
Why do you go to the library? Is it really to read?
Does Kindle really know how long my journey will take?
What if you’re afraid to finish and have nothing right to read in bed?
Thinking of Murakami’s deep wells as I struggle with my midlife defeats.
Traveling on the cheap to visit as many libraries as possible.
The Italian coastline is where I’m at these days.