I wrote an essay about sleep, guilt, envy, and the politics of the body for Vol. 1 Brooklyn, and I’m pretty proud of it, so maybe you want to read it?
In other news, the weather is nearly perfect right now, though it’s been windy in a way that really reminds you it’s windy, lately. I planted some of my flower seedlings in the garden and I love my garden very much. What’s the job where you write novels and putter in the garden and ride your horse?
(I guess that’s kind of my job? But, you know.)
Let’s go do something beautiful.