Je suis fatigué. Familiar fatigue, up late, rise early. I become accustomed to it, or I am content and it is just a small annoyance. I enjoy creating letterforms in pencil and ink. I may be able to pronounce words correctly in French some day. If nothing else, I enjoy le film. Shahrazad, color theory… these are not too bad. And this place is so beautiful just now. The leaves are greens, saffron and gaudy red. The days alternately golden and gray. Things are rarely as they seem, but most precisely as they are.