the Sun and the Rainfall
It is raining.
Not yesterday; yesterday it was hot and sunny and i was able to lie outside all day and read.
I’ve finished one book already.
This evening i embarked on reading Lunar Park. Funny how easy it is to go back to what is familiar; to your favourite writers, composers, whatever. To Bret Easton, Dostoyevsky, Skinny Puppy, Depeche Mode and Wilde (oh Wilde, who i love so much!). Not to mention the men that i bring back from memory and take with me as imaginary friends on my walks.
It is rather empty here, if i don’t count the people down in the village.
Tomorrow we will go to the mainland to buy food and to go to the flea market. Let’s hope for bloggable adventures!
Not yesterday; yesterday it was hot and sunny and i was able to lie outside all day and read.
I’ve finished one book already.
This evening i embarked on reading Lunar Park. Funny how easy it is to go back to what is familiar; to your favourite writers, composers, whatever. To Bret Easton, Dostoyevsky, Skinny Puppy, Depeche Mode and Wilde (oh Wilde, who i love so much!). Not to mention the men that i bring back from memory and take with me as imaginary friends on my walks.
It is rather empty here, if i don’t count the people down in the village.
Tomorrow we will go to the mainland to buy food and to go to the flea market. Let’s hope for bloggable adventures!
Labels: books, countryside, weather