dipping my toe in the water

the morning is cloudy and cool, unlike any morning for so long.  maybe three months, even.  it matches the writerly insides of me.  quiet.  dark.  slightly gloomy.  tolstoy was not an academic.  didn't like school.  but in between visits to the brothels and bars and gambling halls, he taught himself twelve languages.  what a slacker.

t and i saw a woman speaking (?) super fast sign language in her car this morning.  the woman in the passenger's was wearing dark glasses and appeared to be blind.

that's all.

*except the photo is by my brilliant friend sacha, found on her flickr page.