Still engrossed in Patti Smith (M Train) - so good that I only read a chapter at a time as I don't want it to end.Cafes, coffee create mental space for her - sometimes she doesn't want to let go of the place she's found.
'When I finished the coffee I couldn't part with the empty container. It occurred to me I could preserve the history of 'Ino, the lost boardwalk, and whatever came to mind in microscript upon the Styrofoam cup, like an engraver etching the Twenty-third Psalm on the head of a pin."On the way home from my run spot some branches from a tree on St Peter's Square about to be chewed up by a wood cutting machine. Perhaps something will come of them - blossom? The tree cutter told me they'd come from a plum tree. A brilliantly sunny winter's day without a cloud in the sky.
M Train is increasingly about loss - Smith misses her late husband Fred. En route to Japan she begins to weep.
"Just come back, I was thinking. You've been gone long enough. Just come back. I will stop travelling; I will wash your clothes. Mercifully I fell asleeep, and when I awoke snow was falling
over Tokyo."
Travel to move away from grief.
