this is a nonfiction book I am reading
reading Jesse Ball / drinking wine / don’t call
“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
This weekend I made a friend watch my two favorite movies from middle school: The Truth About Cats and Dogs & Romancing the Stone. Maybe more revealing than I thought it would be. She told me she was the opposite of surprised that my favorite movies back then were all about weird cat ladies and books.
become a cliché of myself: check
new bookshelves! + cat