What does one do now?
What one does now: I have recently moved back to the city of my childhood, into my childhood home, into my childhood room. The bed has changed since my childhood. The art has also changed. My days are repetitive, but not dull.
- Transparent Things by Vladimir Nabakov [incredibly imaginitive writing style]
- Homage to Catalonia by George Orwell [interesting, but long and straining if you don't know much about the Spanish Civil War]
- Pnin by Vladimir Nabakov [hilarious]
- The Trial by Franz Kafka [like reading someone's dreams diary]
I have been learning to do handstands. So far, I have been able to successfully hold myself up for *5* seconds, before tumbling down to the ground (gracefully). Things I've noticed:
- buttcheek on dominant leg (left) hurts more than the other due to having to push myself up from the ground
- practicing in the park means a soft landing (a positive)
- practicing in the park means you may fall into dog shit (not a positive)
- I'm extremely weak