a mollusc on a cruise
Still sick, and temporarily burnt out on fiction. It suddenly feels stifling. All I want to read about is Buddhism and physics. So I have been drinking honey/lemon/tea and going after The Elegant Universe, which is already an absolute mindfuck, and I haven't even reached the string theory part—it's still relativity/quantum land. All objects in the universe are moving through spacetime at light speed, all the time? I was going to stay home today and go deeper, drinking more tea and taking frequent naps, but there's a class to see about. I need to beat this illness pronto in order to finish my damn novella by 13 February.
Free-roaming organic chickens are diseased too—three times as likely to be contaminated, in fact.
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Marjan the lion, who was blinded by a grenade in the mid-1990s and came to symbolize Afghanistan's suffering during 23 years of war, was buried at Kabul's zoo. He was found dead of apparent old age in his cage on Saturday.
