Good morning. It is 2026-06-23, and it’s a Tuesday.
Yesterday I met up with my friend Emmett, a delightful human. We discussed the world, the physical breakdowns as we age, having younger friends, and our cats. A good time.
This morning: it was light when I woke up, and I thought it was later than it was. Spent the first hour staring at a screen, like a fool. I don’t like to see the president’s name in the morning, but I of course looked at the news. Rookie mistake. Making it up by going to a coffee shop with notebook and book (the selected poems of James Schuyler).
From an article on AI and love:
“We were designed to give; the gifts were meant to circulate. Love is too often discussed as a sort of good you want to stockpile, harvest, collect, even extract, but to be loved without loving is a sad accomplishment, a miser’s hoarding of someone else’s wealth. The work of loving is also the work of forging a self and a life.”
Rebecca Solnit