Sunday, October 30, 2011

Mme Bovary and me

So I'm reading Madame Bovary, and let me tell you, I identify with Emma in every. fucking. way. I'm not sure if that's a testimony to the timelessness of Flaubert's novel, contrary to his contemporaries' critiques, and thus to the triumph of the contemporary novel as set in motion by his works, or an exposition of my own sad state of being.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Neither here nor there

In many senses, even in all senses. Geographically, ideologically, age-wise, educationally. At least I'm emotionally grounded.

Good things about the cold season

Long hot showers
Herbal tea tastes right again
Oh look, I'd forgotten I owned this cute cardigan!
Train travel is tolerable
Christmas cards
TV shows are picked up again
More excuses for staying in

I feel so locked in this place, at this site of my biography, as if I'll never move forward.