“And look at Lady Macbeth who held her mind in her hand . . . We can’t all be as safe as that!”

My truant overthinking landed here for quite some time; as well as considerable writing I did on and for the sake of taking pleasure in words—an activity that Barthes may have referred to as “the pleasure of the text”; reading and writing for its own sake, and no particular purpose. I won’t be giving either activity up. I sense there’s more to put down in future-pasts; and the alchemy that occurs between them. As you can see—it’s a canvass here, too.

• R L • p. 15 May 2022