Remember when I used to farm? Had chickens? Read books? Wrote stories? Gave it away for free? I always say that 2017-2018 were the best years of my life because of how simple things were. Et maintenant ? Rien n’est simple. (Or should I say “Og nå? Ingenting er enkelt” as I keep up my Norwegian for God knows what reason, exhibit A in this photo, obviously) But I am reminded sometimes, like yesterday on the bed with Murphy and translating a dialogue about missing a ferry to Ålesund into English, on how it all was for me before 19 deadlines in one month and 40-hour work weeks and doctors appointments and press trips and book deals and, and, and. The grass is always greener, I suppose, but I do miss when the lawn didn’t have to be so goddamn maintained all the time, metaphorically speaking Happy Sunday. Cheers and xo and all that