Another day

I’m in a hotel. The window has like an opaque curtain. B is interviewing a poet.

I’m drinking Americano. I’m thinking of buying some Japanese graded readers.

I think a lot of the green hills of Bacup. The north of England. Only a bus ride away from Manchester. I feel like writing something about it. I feel bad I got dumped out of anthropology school.

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