As you can see, some snow, frost, and my neighbour across the way. Cosy night in the tent, listening to Ryan Adams for a couple of hours, and cracking on with Auster's New York Trilogy. Reflect that pacing the city, like Auster's characters, is somewhat different to current predicament, but there are plenty of Thoreau links. And even Don Q. can be tied in somehow...
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