back in the room once more, i open the window in order to let the sounds of the street humble me; it does not work. the window will not open. intellectuals are famously bad at the practicalities of living, i remind myself, hopefully.
back in the room once more, i open the window in order to let the sounds of the street humble me; it does not work. the window will not open. intellectuals are famously bad at the practicalities of living, i remind myself, hopefully.
