It’s late April and it’s 90 degrees in Philadelphia. Right now I’m listening to the loud omnipresent hum of what I assume is a cooling device for the meat/produce store loading dock right next door. It ends and, before I know it, it begins again when I’m in the middle of doing something else in my room.
It’s 3am and every time I try to sleep I start sweating profusely.
I just spent an hour with my favorite book — To the Lighthouse. Even though I’ve read it about seven times (mostly in college), there’s something mysterious that draws me in. No matter where my copy might be (lost, at the bottom of a pile of magazines, at a friend’s house), I think, “I should be reading that book.” And then I’m reading it and it’s like an entirely different piece of fiction.
I also just read tonight that there is going to be a new David Foster Wallace book, titlted “This is Water.” It’s a commencement speech that he gave at Kenyon College. I’m pretty sure I read it all online (it’s not that long, and you can read it here), but it’s most definitely worth re-reading. Here is Wallace at his big-hearted, big-brained best.
The refrigerator is running again and I’m still sweating. Maybe the weather will be better tomorrow.