salaam aleikum
Today is another wake at 4:00 a.m. day. The weirdness behind all things is becoming apparent.
Re: heroes, y'all are shy. Susan mentions William James, aimless polymath who arrived at his groundbreaking psychology work late in life.
So we started reading Junichiro Tanizaki's The Makioka Sisters and I thought yeah, family saga, not bad, ought to finish sometime. Then we opened Seven Japanese Tales and I mean holy fuck. These are ominous as hell. It doesn't get any better.
New shit at the Owl Farm (photos from Karachi). And this New York Times piece about Pakistani-Americans in Illinois is a heartbreaker:
The wispy girl with the chocolate-drop eyes piled the plastic blocks one atop another—red and blue and yellow and green—until the tower on the coffee table rose above her head, beyond the reach of her little arms. Then she picked up a toy plane and crashed it into a high story, toppling the tower onto the rug.
"What's going to happen to the people?" the girl, Aisha Saqib, 8, said as she rolled the tiny figures on the floor. "They're going to go down. And they're running, and they're running, and they're safe."
