ivory

I stayed inside the whole day. didn’t drink any coffee, eventually the inevitable headache came on, even stomachache. that’s how bad it is with me. I bought Calvino’s If on a winter’s night a traveler a few days ago I have been completely swallowed by the book. I haven’t been so focused on a single book since white oleander. or a million little pieces. but either way, I’ve made it my goal to read Calvino’s entire bibliography in the next few months. to my surprise I’m keeping up and managing to read at least one book a week. I feel as if I’ve been reborn. I’ve missed reading books with such intensity and focus.

no name guy called me about three times this afternoon. it was beautiful hearing his sleepy voice. the heavy accent and subtext in almost every word he says. but it put me to ease that we at least talked. for a moment it seemed as if our first night will be forgotten. it doesn’t matter, though. not really. it’s just nice knowing that there’s someone new out there.

I like the nickname he gave me. it will forever be our inside joke.