It’s cloudy outside in Milan. I don’t really feel like writing. I think I’ll just curate other people’s words today.
Allow me to start you off with a piquant taste of French existentialism. The vintage year on this one falls somewhere in the 17th century, I believe. Of course we all know the French have been existential for at least that long:
“The eternal silence of these infinite spaces terrifies me.”
The above is, I think, my last travel book, so who know what the featured image will be tomorrow? I love the cover of this book and it opens under the dedication with a quote from Leo Tolstoy: “The vocation of every man and woman is to serve other people.” It also includes the story James Joyce said was the greatest, “How Much Land Does a Man Need?” I wonder if our president has read it; I very much doubt it.
It’s 11:30 in the morning, and I’ve already had my share of crying today. I’ve calmed down but I still want to crawl in my bed and just sleep the day away. Oh wait, I have problems with my muscles tightening terribly anytime I try to relax… so sleeping is usually out of pure exhaustion. I wonder how much crying I have to do to get to the point of exhaustion.