Journal

That’s because he’s dead.

Two

Wednesday was a great day. I enjoyed my morning lecture; I spent some time with a couple of friends; I visited the National Museum; I was happy to hear from a friend (albeit about school); I figured out some stuff about the writing; went for some shopping; and there was a great football match to end it all off. Yesterday wasn’t all that great. I felt sad for some unidentifiable reason. Managed to do some work, though not too much. Maybe it had a little to do with Wednesday being all-around excellent.

And now it’s Friday. Time waits for no man, yes, but sometimes you can’t help but hope. It’s the end of Week Two already. School marches on.

Egypt

The National Museum is having an exhibition on ancient Egypt right now. There were some fairly interesting things, but I can’t help but feel slightly underwhelmed. I think I was disappointed with the scale of it, really. It just seemed somewhat on the small side, and there was always this feeling that I wanted to see just that little bit more.

That said, there was a kid and his mom at the exhibition, and they were looking at one of the coffins, which as you will know resemble the people inside them.  So the kid asked: Mommy, why doesn’t he get up? Mom said: That’s because he’s dead. Kid: Then why are his eyes open? Mom: They’re painted on. Kid: Why aren’t my eyes painted on? Mom: Because you’re not dead.

New And Novel

I think I’ve figured out how this novel is going to work. Before yesterday came along, it was all a jumble of things, trying to cover quite a bit of ground thematically. Some things just fell into place yesterday, and there’s a certain unity that it seems to be approaching. That said, it’s still a long ways away, but I have a much better idea of how it’s going to succeed now. If it’s going to succeed at all. So in a way, it’s all looking very good, if young.

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