7.01.02 – Monday
Have spent much of the weekend in bed with a cold and only now have the inclination to write even a little bit. Watched the DVD of Jan Svankmajer’s Alice (1988) this morning. It’s a strange film, all ominous puppetry and dark innocence.
It started snowing last night and is now snowing again, big, heavy flakes flying in all directions.
More of my garlic has sprouted; this was not intentional. Which troubles me.