January 23, 2022

Listening to Capella Romana chant as if they were in Hagia Sophia.

Annual meeting at All Souls. Everyone abundantly thanked. 

Paradise of birds out the west window. 

Mail from BRH, which I couldn’t open. 

Received R’s novel. To me, unreadable. A big, fat book wherein everyone has obviously ethnic names and whose exact quality of transexuality is analyzed repeatedly and in full. That, and notes on how each of them is feeling at the moment, how they are lacing their shoes or folding their napkins, is the book. I keep turning pages in amazement. All it takes to get into print are far-flung names and exhausting quirks, exuding the holy aura of diversity. A child’s playroom flung with toys is diverse.