"I don't believe in miracles. I've seen too many"--Salome
Didn't get to sleep till after 04:00.
Dreamed of taking a shower with a bundle of clothes I wanted to wash; hiking to a small meadow on a really steep hill.
Saw the Met production of Richard Strauss' opera Salome at the Yonge & Eglinton. No pleasant. It embodies a subtext of sexual hysteria, which I suppose goes back to the gospel. Sort of the Girls Gone Wild of its time.
Dinner was McDonald's.
Saw another DVD of rare silent movies from the American Film archive, including some really early colour films and a modernist documentary showing life on the streets of the Bronx.
Started reading the summer issue of Lapham's Quarterly, whose subject is nature.
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