I’d like to apologize for this blog—all the blahblahblahing, all the self-involvement, all the making nothing of nothing and asking you to read it, most of the time without any really good pictures even (like maybe this one, from this morning’s Times, of artwork by Eva Hesse, who died, by the way, in her thirties of brain cancer). It’s just that I got fired and found myself with nothing to do and this itch to write again. So that’s why. I don’t think I have anything to say about much, but I thought I might try to capture a little bit of fragility here and there: remind myself of my lost heart, maybe. Write it down to figure it out. I thought maybe you might want to join me. That’s all.