Writing this lark at a standing desk composed of an antique footboard perched upon two three-foot tall Dollar Store bookshelves, a Magnavox 22″ television as an external monitor standing even higher upon a stack of unsold / undistributed copies of my first book (finally, they have a purpose) to assuage the eye strain wrought by staring at an 11″ Macbook Air screen. TWIN PEAKS Funko Pop vinyls stare at the back of my head from their place atop the bookshelves behind me, the precipitous to-read stack, still engorged from a five-dollar-a-bag library book sale that hides my framed first comic book purchase (thank you, Grandma), GREEN HORNET #3, looming behind them; to my right, Marley, the whippet-lab mix, snores on
the his couch.
Brain is empty(ish); to work.
Listening: RECOMPOSED BY MAX RICHTER: VIVALDI, THE FOUR SEASONS
Reading: 1876, by Gore Vidal