More specifically concerning: evening
Perhaps
28 January 2003, around 11.07.
Dusk, rain. I don’t know. Maybe I was expecting something different. It’s possible. Something other than the nights of fog and afternoons of rain, rudely punctuated by dawns and dusks and gloamings serene and unencumbered. Come to think of it, though, no one uses the word ‘gloaming’ anymore; nobody sane, anyway. Certainly not the young […]
A view (21)
12 April 2008, around 10.44.
On the evening of my last day of work before leaving for the Peace Corps.
torpor
11 June 2025, around 8.33.
The evening books differ from the morning books in that they are rarely part of a ‘project’ of any kind, except that of sufficiently distracting me from the state of the world so that I can go to sleep. A few half-awake reflections: Interior Chinatown. Started as an audiobook on the bus to the beach, […]