Things I do now: wash tinfoil. make anyone in earshot pause and listen to the mourning dove--the one who murmurs all day long. Sirens and turtle doves. And piles of books for a 20 min moment alone. To decide what to read next.
Several people I vaguely know have gotten book deals these past few weeks. I want that too. And everytime someone asks if and when I'm writing I feel relief and unease. I don't want the privilege of writing. I want to fit it in with something else. And never get criticized. So I'll be further behind these people. I already am so I guess I'm on track, with that.
I'll just keep reading for now.
reading: Autumn by Ali Smith--why not pretend it's fall. Or just not care that I'm reading out of season. Governor's Island announced that it would not open on May 1. They don't know when. And that is summer. They also announced that NYC public pools would not open this season at all.
Also, I couldn't find Spring.
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