Day 0356

Finished the Wittgenstein biography, which I enjoyed. Feels reassuring to read about someone else's struggle with reality, thinking, integrity, marginal status.

Very thankful for the repose and tranquility of my life here, which is little more than eating, walking, cooking, reading, painting, family. The lack of any significant work is allowing me to bathe in the things I like best, but I have enough small bits and pieces coming in to buy more books, food, go into town infrequently.

Can't write a novel because have lived a life from secondary sources, not at the front lines.