whelp i finished diary of a young naturalist. the last half i got impatient, i was in a weird mood, but it could have been the book too. first i felt connected, the words felt like thinking and then it felt like book writing, though in the outward form of a diary. we're all on that autism spectrum i believe, and the degree seems to correlate with a feeling for the non-human and nature. i'll have dara on my mind. now, proust!?