It smells like snow outside. A big storm is barreling up the coast. As long as the pipes don’t freeze, I’m okay.
I spent the morning cleaning, making Moroccan stew, walking Finn and devouring a small volume by James Baldwin.
Here are two quotes from “The Fire Next Time”:
“The brutality with which Negroes are treated in this country simply cannot be overstated, however unwilling white men may be to hear it.”
“Most people guard and keep; they suppose that it is they themselves that they are guarding and keeping, whereas what they are actually guarding and keeping is their system of reality and what they assume themselves to be. One can give nothing whatever without giving oneself — that is to say, risking oneself. If one cannot risk oneself, then one is simply incapable of giving.”