There is no solace above or below us, only small, solitary striving, battling one another . . . I pray to myself, for myself.
On Grieves two albums I only found two songs that I liked, but these two stayed with me, the sound feels right. That alone-on-a-train type of thing.
The news is that the new Pynchon novel comes up in September, wich is nearly 500 pages. The start of the 6th season of Mad Men today is another great thing. Thanks for following it’s 800 today :>