3:41 PM  

Looking at my phone. Subway platform. RSS. Late news of Jem Cohen’s talk yesterday. Opinions of engineers. Photographs of Nazi flags hanging from tenement balconies. I kept reading as the G arrived, but looked up with the bell announcing closing doors. Saw my reflection in the tempered glass; my hair was a mess. A moment of comparison with all those clean German lines.

And there was Jem, sitting on a sideways seat. The smallest possible city. A wave. And then his train was out the station.

Diet  

Not even sure how many days in, but seriously committed to a book diet and a twitter break.

No new books, though I’ve been given one ebook of a book I already had, and one magazine for a project ongoing.

Deleted the Instagram app (though I still see notifications) and all the Twitter apps (though direct messages still turn to emails) and so it is.

Aiming for boredom and for chewing what I’ve already bit.