Today reflecting on the great Gil Scott-Heron, who left us several days ago.

Moving memoria to him continue to pop up all over the place. Ironically, I have seen these solely on the internet - not on the ground, not on the street, not in print. The revolution has been televised.

Also:

It seems to be beach weather on most of the east coast. Here, it is 55 and cloudy.

I spent the morning doing/thinking about Myers-Briggs typology. I am an INFP through and through. This is a Jungian explanation for my terminal preoccupation with heartbreak (also, perhaps, the product of literary tendencies, overthinking/overdreaming/overfeeling, and history), and why I can move through life experiencing ecstasy and melancholy simultaneously.

Room-cleaning and day drinking and salad making are nice!