Such a slippery little book. I dip into it time and again, having never read it from cover to cover.
Ironic that I read this passage on the train, a list of errands in hand, wanting to ‘accomplish‘ most of it today.
Holding a book in my hands and going off to sleep on a park bench, those are the kind of days I live for. No one has held a gun to my head: all my errands are non-urgent and can be done tomorrow.
Almost makes me want to return home.