It’s maddening how subtle life is. And it’s frustrating how much I want to engineer it into drama. There is nothing so absorbing or high stakes or pleasurable that I won’t try to alter my natural response to it. Only it’s hard to do that without wine, and I’m too tired to find another route. So I trudge along doing things that are a little bit boring and a little bit fun and a little bit beautiful until my sense of scale starts to match reality.
