November 24, 2019

Scarlet and Bill took me out to dinner at Posana, a sweet gesture from former students, who spent an uncomfortable portion of time praising my role in their lives. They told the maitre d’ that they couldn’t believe he didn’t know me. Much talk of former times. They are, in middle age, very much in love. I believe when I look back at my career it will be mostly ripe fruit and very little canker, though, unfortunately, the canker came at the end.  I wish I knew how to assure certain people of their smallness in the world, but even the attempt to do so enlarges them.

Walked into the new art museum, bought a membership, and think I convinced the gift shop lady to carry Night, Sleep.