I tried for a bit, but my eyes just kept sliding off the screen, my concentration shot. It happens--I know when to get up and walk away, and this was one of those moments. I feel a little guilty about it, but on the other hand, that nap was pretty nice. I was just chilling, flipping through a collection of Murakami stories. The sun was warm, I had washing on the line, I thought I might write a story about a bird that is cut open to reveal that it is full of plastic trash, and that the story might itself be the story of the trash, and then the next thing I knew it was later in the afternoon, colder, and the fine that I had received in the mail was very red. An enforcement fine. Lovely. Honestly, it baffles me how in this world you can fine people for taking space, but I guess that's how it is. You can't do a whole lot about it. Just pay the fine or watch it get larger.
Here's a picture of a sad Darth Vader, just so I have a subject for this entry.