L., I’ve been thinking of ordering copies of The Day I Became A Bird, one for me and one for you and one more. Well, just to keep so I can give it away. But did I tell you I was broke?
That line from Sontag. Yes, she says – Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.
I was rummaging around in my drawers, looking for something (can’t even remember what now), when I came across A.’s letter; it made me so happy and embarrassed looking at the drawings of mine she had copied out – you know, the ones I can’t bear to look at.
I have to go cook and my cooking has been most uninspired lately. Maybe I’ll just eat kiwis. Or plums. Or both.