It has been a little over a month since I've posted anything in this space. The hiatus began as carelessness, I suppose, or distraction by my own troubles, but then continued more or less intentionally. I've been taking a kind of vacation from human contact, listening to audiobook potboilers, surfing YouTube & napping as often as I could manage to fall asleep. I think what happened--this in retrospect--I had gotten tired of my own situation & wanted to get away from it. Time's quality changes inexplicably. I now find that, without consciously attempting it, that I am again interested in communication & my life as a writer. One grows tired of vacations after a while. I'm not yet sure what will come of this, but I expect to begin posting here again, at least occasionally. Not sure what I'll write about, probably reading. I've just finished rereading Louis Menand's The Metaphysical Club & have begun Isabelle Stengers' Thinking with Whitehead. The plan to discuss the former with my friend has fallen through, mostly because of the vacation I have been describing, partly because of his pressure of work. I hope we will still have a chance to discuss books / ideas online.