Aulus-les-Bains (II)

My essay, made up of four parts, now counts 2,647 words. I've gotten to the point in the writing process where what I've created feels cohesive, perhaps rounded enough, yet seems utterly meaningless; what am I really saying, who cares about this anyway, et cetera. So, I've wrapped up for the day, and will give it another go tomorrow or Sunday, before perhaps—maybe, perchance—letting a friend read it.

Over lunch, we spoke quite a bit about what I'm writing about (time, my anxieties surrounding it, and our society's anxieties, too). Yesterday, María had pointed me to the work of Jenny Odell, which I'm familiar with but have never read. This morning, I watched her talk at The Long Now Foundation and, when I mentioned it to María, I learned she's the Spanish translator of Odell's book, Saving Time. Small, small world.

I stopped writing around 16:00, read a bit, then fell asleep. It feels great to be writing five, six hours per day (perhaps I'm finding it easier because I'm writing in my native language for the first time in forever), but it is draining, too.

Today was not suitable for hiking, due to heavy winds and rain. Tomorrow I'll either join part of the group to visit a local market, or take the hike to the waterfall (Cascade d'Ars). Tonight, I might code a little—I'm working on a new, (even) simpler website for TRANSCRIPT, and it might be a good way to distract my brain.