I don’t know. I had an idea for a topic today, but I forget what it is. I need to jot down those thoughts—which I used to. Just get back into the habit.
I’m always thinking about language. Other things too. Sometimes too much. Often.
I did take a walk through the botanical gardens. To my favorite free box. There I found a couple of book in foreign languages: Hungarian and French.
Zola’s L’Assommoir seems a decent read. No doubt I could find it in English. Then there’s Klicsu Anna’s Erdekes forgatokonyv. Interesting turntable. It was written in 2008.