June 16, 2020

Bloom’s Day

Igor Levit’s Beethoven sonatas.

Cold rain. My windows are shut, my ski cap on. Black calla and purple dayflower look especially dreary in the gray air. Catbirds fly almost invisibly.

At that point in the Quarantine when every article of clothing and every piece of dish or glassware is disgusting to me. I’d pack them up and get rid of them, except replacing them would be more disgusting still.