No.104
Below is an abbreviated version of my Tuesday, and for reasons both known and unknown, this is all that I can provide you with in terms of a beginning.
WORK-RELATED NEWS:
Eating the Sun has been out and about for five days, and I haven't a clue really, what that is or isn't supposed to mean. But people have been saying very kind things, and including the book in lists, and the days continue on in much the same way as they did before, which is reassuring—that there is a day, that there is a night, that we might rest during one and rotate in the other.
I find independent bookshops to be, perhaps, the closest thing to an oasis, some of the most welcoming places on the planet, along with libraries and shared gardens and left-alone forests. It is for this reason that I must mention—if you have a local, small bookshop? Please, find your tomes there instead, because they contain lives and the smell of freshly-printed pages, because people will more than likely smile at you, because there is a fairly high chance of an odd and interesting thing happening, or of overhearing the sort of conversation that is so human and so brilliant that one would be quite unable to invent it.
TWO WEEKS AGO I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
These greenhouse illustrations by artist Ana Frois (technically I fell in love with them on the 3rd of April, you see), which were brought to my attention by Anna Brones, via here.
I keep noticing very small things, here. A moonlit snail, a daylight moth, or something that a person has thrown and discarded into a piece of green nature, a nature that I'm certain would have preferred not to have it either.
The end.
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