May 13

I was reminded today of travel, because of Esme, anthologies, and collections of stories. I have spent the better part of my time here wondering how people tell stories, and if there is a “best” way to do so, if chapters and excerpts seem better than novels. We like moments, forgetful little creatures that we are. I am as a magpie; I tend to like to collect things that catch my eye or ear, but are probably generally useless. Useless. What a pleasantly perturbing word. I think of Oscar Wilde and the fragrant frivolity of it all.

look: Leo Caillard, Hipster in Stone
listen: Louis Armstrong, Body and Soul
read: Anton Chekov, Rothschild’s Fiddle