While the overall situation of my life remains intensely stressful, this evening I visited Porter Square Books to pick up my months-awaited copy of M. John Harrison's The Sunken Land Begins to Rise Again (2020) and there met
spatch who, finding himself in a bookstore for the first time in more than two years, first collected Susan Fleming Marx's Speaking of Harpo (2022) and then presented me with Alan Cumming's Baggage: Tales from a Fully Packed Life (2019) and a small molded rubber leucistic axolotl. Also I got soft-serve ice cream earlier in the afternoon and ordered a small, but received a sort of medium large, which became lunch.
selkie is shipping me a book. I miss my library more than I miss my furniture, but these things are not terrible.
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- 1: None of us are traitors till we are
- 2: Swimming through these long-forgotten lands
- 3: Sifting through centuries for moments of your own
- 4: The bones of houses show in the summertime
- 5: Barely even human body parts will give yourself away
- 6: The water's depths can't kill me yet
- 7: You flipped the script and you shot the plot
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