"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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Friday, November 25, 2022
Hardly Nothing
When a day is filled with as much cooking as yesterday was, the next day must be filled with, uh, pretty much nothing.
So how does one go about nothing, anyway? I've never been good at it.
Walking, reading, more eating — hardly nothing, but sometimes they can feel like it when they're going well.