Life is a honeymoon phase

I was awakened at eight-thirty this morning by the return of construction, this time with bonus rock-breaking and cement-cutting bandsaws. I have not slept since.

I was just notified by the Mass Cultural Council that I did not win the fellowship I applied for in January; my work as a writer of fiction and nonfiction was not recommended for funding this cycle.

I am so tired I feel like I'm vibrating and I have not written anything of substance in days.

I am definitely, after today's appointment, going to the sea.

You find a wave and try to hold on for as long as you can

I had a terrible time getting to my appointment this afternoon because the MBTA had fallen over with its feet stiffly out sideways and the traffic patterns in the city had followed suit, but spatch met me afterward at the Boston Public Market; I got my traditional bagel and he had a knish and a croissant and then we walked for about two hours straight—North End, Greenway, Fort Point Channel, Cabot Yard. I took a lot of pictures of brick and westering sun. Also of neon signs and water. Please enjoy a selection below.

( We toss and turn in undertow. )

This interview with Stephanie Beatriz really makes me want to catch up on the latest season of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. This watch makes me think someone once read a book by Madeleine L'Engle and missed the point.

I must attempt to sleep; tomorrow there may be construction and I definitely travel.