5.05.2025

New lodgings include a washer/dryer stack. Accounts of laundering in public on hold for now. I could describe what it's like to wash my clothes here but not quite sure what the angle would be. Could also just go sit at some random laundromat for no reason. Overcommitment to the bit.

The hosts at my last place were generous and made me feel part of the community. This unit is comfortable and just as dark or light as I need it to be. Bottom of an old building and the sound carries but it's mostly quiet at night. The windows are at sidewalk level and through the slats I can see the figures of other tenants, their dogs, what I hope is a squirrel.

Construction work going on right outside as well. This is also like like being part of a community. The workers yell in Spanish mixed with local French. They laugh a lot and punctuate their jokes with loud machines.

News from old friends over the weekend. Fun and intense conversations. Some good, some sad, some shared anxiety. Some of them seem proud of me and this feels unfounded.

I don't have much of a plan, I assure them. No idea where I'm going next.

So many people at home going about their lives, functioning, convincingly domestic. Impressive and courageous and kind of insane.