The drama of which I speak, which perhaps one day I shall unfold to you in its entirely, would seem to me to depend essentially on this: that whenever one of the underprivileged, being either weaker, or less cautious, or more selfish than the others, decided to break with his family out of a desire for the unknown, or an urge for a better life, or curiosity to know the world, then the world, like the voracious fish that it is, swallowed him up along with his nearest and dearest. From this point of view you will see that the drama is not without interest.

—Giovanni Verga (trans. G.H. McWilliam() “Picturesque Lives”; in Jhumpa Lahiri, ed., The Penguin Book of Italian Short Stories, 15.

Up around 8. Verizon technician came around 9, done about 11. Did some other set up and rearrangement w/ Bree.
Didn’t do a hell of a lot; took a walk around 2, not even as far as the park; found a bench and read quota of Fanon bio. Understanding a bit more about the roots of the Algerian uprising; the French were quite willing to torture North Africans.
Made 2nd cup of coffee, made myself write from 4-6.
Phone call w/ Jenny.
Ordered a chicken and salad from Pio Pio - nice to order in (not that we did it often, before or during the pandemic) w/o a food-handling ordeal.
Read the story quoted above. Lights out around 12:30.