My laptop is in the shop. I feel disconnected. So I write to you on a foreign machine, of which I know nothing.
I saw Bon Iver (French, meaning 'good winter') the other night at Lee's. He's something else.
I read Daisy Miller for the first time, and pleasantly enjoyed it. Maybe just because I have a peculiar affinity for most names in the text. Daisy Miller. Mr. Giovanelli. Winterbourne.
I started thinking seriously about the summer, and where I'm going to live. Sometimes I'm nostalgic, even for the future. What does that mean?
About Me
- garrett n.
- Toronto, On, Canada
- Incessant solicitation towards a meager but rewarding life in academia.
3 comments:
Come stay in Pittsburgh for a while. You and Stephen will both be homeless. I have mattresses and enclosed rooms.
Your blog inspires. Your style is infectious. I hope I can still manage to be unique.
Oh Bon Iver. You are one lucky kid... I am exceptionally envious.
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