Humans being humans: Solo edition

Vol. 15 of the monthly boondoggle

Vintage postcard of Los Angeles, ca. 1910, credit: The Los Angeles Times

I really enjoy a diary. I love reading about people’s habits, the small events, small feelings, the stuff that goes into breakfast.

Last year, Granta brought out Virginia Woolf’s mature diaries, much bigger than A Writer’s Diary, and I’m eager to get my hands on them.

Saturday 2 February 1918. The first walk we’ve had for ever so long. Damp, mild vaporous day. Funeral bells tolling as we went out, & marriage as we came in. The streets lined with people waiting their meat. Aeroplanes droning invisible. Our usual evening, alone happily, knee deep in papers.

The following will be simpler, just a record of a Wednesday, a human going about his business and silliness.