People used to take newspapers into the bathroom, now they take their smartphones. Just because you can check the weather while you’re on the toilet doesn’t mean you should. But we do. 

I have bruises I don’t remember and my daughter is old enough to read this now, so I need to self-edit. There is a disease where the brain needs to repeat the same pattern, the one Ravel may have had, that appeared with Bolero. Is it the same illness that drives me to take the same walk each day? The days fold over on themselves in the same footfalls.

Categories: Diary

Tags: inspiration, writing