random notes

These are lunch notes. Underlying tensions probably always exist.

I turned 30 today. Reading “Blindness” by Jose Saramago, an intense story that won a Nobel Prize for Literature, about an epidemic of blindness where the victims are cloaked by white instead of black, very much a freakish Twilight Zone feel to it. And Spring, warmer weather, is starting to move in.

I’ll throw my body so it tumbles and rolls down the hill, and all the dirt will stick to me. Reminds me how we used to slip on the ice and land on our backs at Gita Nagari. Bam, right on our backs!