Feeling weepy. Not sure why. Very tired. Continue reading There Is A Crack In Everything. That’s How The Light Gets In.*
I used to worry about my Things. I’d have said I didn’t, that it was only stuff, etc. But looking back there was a sense of comfort from having that stuff around me. Continue reading What To Take With You When You Move
I was on my way to the closing party of an art exhibition in Dover Street, by one of my nephews. (That makes me feel old.) Continue reading Regressing, Or Going Gaga?