Yes, yes it is.
Coming home last night my mother and i witnessed a tar truck with a full-fledged fire on the top of it. We pondered how long it took the driver to notice the billows of black, sooty smoke trailing behind him.
The bed is purchased. The basement gear is packed (leaving me with school supplies, clothes and books – in other words, the stuff i can’t bear to be parted with).
A new book is begun. The Real Life of Sebastian Knight, Nabokov’s first book to be written in English. I am ever amazed by the poignancy of his narrator’s voice – it’s intimacy and force. I love Nabokov. 🙂