Foggy Santa Monica

Not much writing. Can’t be good, can it?

I’ve been reading a lot. I end up swallowing whole books in a day and can’t say if I actually enjoyed them. I just read and flip the pages and I’m done and the book goes back on the shelf. Can’t figure out if it says something about the book or me.

And it’s cloudy here almost every single day. Cross east over the 405 and there’s sun. I don’t have any reason to cross east. Or south or north. And again, can’t figure out if it says something about the clouds or me.