I am drowning in notebooks. I have too many and yet I keep on buying them. If I buy them, I will write in them, right?
I’m reading An Imperfect Offering by James Orbinski, and will write a review of it, but it’s going to take a little while to write. This book has probably given me more to think about than any other book I’ve read. It’s heart-shattering, but that’s just a word that can’t do it any justice.
I’m studying the history of Sun Records and Rwanda at the same time, and man, does it feel weird.