Rodin, the British Museum, and serendipity

I can’t sleep. I can hear the rattling of a nearby fan. My brain is alert from misguided thoughts, late night editing and hunger. I ate some stale crackers to keep me going and now I’m thinking of heading up my tree to see the dawn. It’s a peaceful, blameless life. Today – yesterday –Continue reading “Rodin, the British Museum, and serendipity”