The first days of spring: bare toes in the grass; thunderstorms and a chance of snow.
- how to build a memory palace
- the new Old Masters - 'Your pencil reaches through the paper and reaches in space as a carving tool. It’s like a trance. A form dream.'
- la Hopper française
- Dialogue of the Gods
- volcano and stars
- Moby Dick, read aloud
- burps of death
- '... my English breath, in foreign clouds'