i thought mars was going to rise from the lake when the sun set. i imagined i could walk window to window between the sun and mars. i was wrong, my imagination was right. 

finished exposition about the countess of castiglione. the writer seems bored and annoyed by her subject, but maybe i project. i mean she was interested but indirectly. the countess had thousands of portraits made of herself which is interesting but the portraits were contrived and banal, mostly. i didn't love the book but maybe i read too cursorily after reading four books in seven days. i'm going to watch ilo ilo unless i've already seen it as i suspect may be the case. i find myself really strange but not in a fascinating way. i may be a little more memorable dead. that's life.