The enormity of their flat brains

It is the part of the summer holiday wherein one realizes a paradoxical truth: that the more time you have, the more busy you feel. At least, if you have a certain number of important projects which are usually, during the course of work or school or other obligations, somewhat subsumed and longed for.

So, in answer to the call of my unsatisfied heart, I have been watching Werner Herzog talk about chickens. I can’t say why it makes me feel better, but in the immortal way of art, it simply does.

In other news, I really wish that My Best Fiend was available streaming on Netflix.