First plum blossoms

Bay Area Free Book Exchange

Jonathan Franzen, "Freedom"

There's a hazardous sadness to the first sounds of someone else's work in the morning; it's as if stillness experiences pain in being broken. The first minute of the workday reminds you of all the other minutes that a day consists of, and it's never a good thing to think of minutes as individuals. Only after other minutes have joined the naked, lonely first minute does the day become more safely integrated in its dayness.

Out to dry

Philosophy along Shattuck

Workplace

Au Coquelet, 10:45 a.m.

New Year's Day

Updating my new calendar at the Pub.