March 2, 2016

Merry development– S will join me in Amsterdam. He’s fed up in some way with Rennes, and leapt at the diversion. He says he knows Amsterdam well, and will serve as my guide. My heart lightened by about a million pounds.
  
Made a reservation for a haircut, and found C on the other end of the line. Not the time to ask him why he’s back from New York– I suspect it’s because everything is just too hard there–but only to welcome him home. We’ll catch up when I get home.
  
At once unprepared and over prepared for the flight. As ever.
  
It is a time when art is judged not by its own qualities but by the identity of the one who made it. I grew up in a different time, and there will not be time to adjust.