[3/100] days of productivity
Today's Sunday, so...relax time. The only productive thing I did from my list was reading. Started this little book about Sappho that I found in a thrift store recently.
Obviously, I also did some house chores etc but I don't track that stuff here. Then I watched several episodes of Dark. So unsettling, tangled and raw. I'm addicted.
And she watched the daffodils turn golden, in a burst of sun that was warm on her hands and lap. Even she caught the faint, tarry scent of the flowers.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
I've never been somewhere I belonged, but there are places where I think I could be happy. Like San Francisco. Well, do art museums count? Because I feel like I belong in them.
- Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There
She lay quite still, in a sort of sleep, in a sort of dream.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
paintings details and words from the art exhibit I visited this morning.
[19/100] days of productivity
Finally finished reading Babysitter by Joyce Carol Oates. Omg. So dark and intense! I'm so glad it is over. Now I've just started White Nights by Fëdor Dostoevskij. As for other stuff, I washed my black clothes and went to the grocery store. Pretty casual day.
Pages from the diary of Lady Ottoline Morrell (feat. Virginia Woolf and TS Eliot), from Garsington May 27 (1926)
E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962
Summer is here. Time to carry thick books and read them at the park, eat something refreshing and delicious, go on long walks, admire the pretty flowers and get your daily dose of vitamin D.
[12/100] days of productivity
Spent hours copying quotes and other random things collected during the months―thanks to my "obsessive screenshotting mania"―into my commonplace journal.
So relaxing. Almost therapeutic. I recommend.
May 18, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]