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Harvest sounds omnipresent, combines or harvesters or whatever that equipment's called – the big things that take over the whole road –, working through the night: a comfort, in its way: the closest I find here to soothing industrial white noise.

(When I came back here for my second visit after moving to Boston all those lifetimes ago, I brought a recording of city noise: it was too quiet for me to sleep in my old room. Fortunately, in this life-iteration, my wife had always slept to a fan, so I've found an approximation and a happy medium.)

I've started a stack of books that need zettel-processing on The Table. Making it a thing for when the words aren't coming and I need something useful with which to occupy my hands and (what passes for ) my brain.

Fairly certain that last night's yard-bunny made their escape following the terror-inducing Morkie and Jorkie encounter at pre-bed piss'n'shit time...

The day awaits.

Jiro Taniguchi

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"Taniguchi’s works are characterized by his use of simple lines, his ability to capture expressions and his attention to detail. His body of work traverses genres from historical and crime to science fiction and even fantasy. As a storyteller, he creates Zen-like introspective heroes who don’t make for splashy covers or collectible figurines but are modern-day portraits of humans."