barely spoke today, just hours and hours and hours in tiny basket world for which im grateful

the noam chomsky thing, his words in the epstein emails, has been too much of a bummer to put words towards it for days. i just had really assumed he was gentle and kind almost all of my life. i never would have guessed he thought so poorly of children and women.

otherwise, i am glad it is so gently and softly snowing and while the air is crisp, it isnt freezing my fingers.

a quiet day, a quiet evening.