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Dear Diary:

08.16.2024 saint jerome in his study

"I know my heart, and have studied mankind; I am not made like any one I have been acquainted with, perhaps like no one in existence; if not better, I at least claim originality, and whether Nature did wisely in breaking the mould with which she formed me, can only be determined after having read this work."

08.15.2024 meeting notes

Q: Where have all the naked ladies gone?
A: Perhaps they have succumbed to some sort of plague.

This week I appeared in 9 LinkedIn searches.

08.09.2024

I demand clarity of line. I demand a background that retreats. I demand roads that wind back and back and back through meadows and pastures, past barely visible shepherds and their grazing flocks, towards distant spires and towns and ships crisply miniaturized, extant only as a beyond. I demand oil on panel. I demand a dog in the foreground, off to the far left. I demand clarity of line. I demand perspective.

Even decades later, when the frosts would set in - when ice metastasized over the fields - when life was reduced to bundling and burning and crowding in pursuit of warmth - the old folks would say, "ah but this is nothing, I tell you, nothing, compared to the winter of ----."

---- gave no warning of itself. Spring was mild. Summer was sticky and golden. Autumn made promises but could not keep them. Boreas kissed her; she forgot her bounty and froze. "Without the early harvests," the old folks would say, "we would not have seen April."

There was a slice of December before the cold became unbearable - we held this time as tightly as we could. We skated across the frozen river, shooting from here to there like manuscript requests along a pneumatic tube. We set up markets on the ice and cut broad holes to fish and went sledding with our brothers. We wore bright colors to punctuate the grayscale. We schlepped across the city through unpredictable traffic to go to a destination that felt like a destination. We admired the view, with some detachment. We grabbed food from a quick-serve udon restaurant. We made custard. We let the dog out to pee. We either ran or didn't run the dishwasher. We let the dog back in.