The same books, over and over again. Several Cioran and Kierkegaard collections; random-reading; whatever page opens, i read it. Poems of Weldon Kees. A few chapters from Time Regulation Institute, by Tanpinar. Atilgan. Cortazar. Perec.
For a while, thinking of Braudel's massive work on Mediterranean.
Lean out of the window,
Golden-hair,
I hear you singing
A merry air.
My book was closed;
I read no more,
Watching the fire dance
On the floor.
I have left my book,
I have left my room
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom,
Singing and singing
A merry air,
Lean out of the window,
Golden-hair.
James Joyce / Syd Barrett