"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Saturday, February 29, 2020
Doing Nothing
A day that comes but once every four years ought to be celebrated. We ought to do things on this day that we do on no other. What could this be?
For me, it would be to do ... nothing.
Copper is quite good at it. I could learn from him.
