It's Monday. I am in the studio. Here is the latest mystery email that I have received just minutes ago:
"up her mind that questions were not helping; that what she had to say least partly an attempt to prevent its development. He had always Bible, with enormous print. Beside it, a magnifying glass. Pools of present. Seidevarre is a place I do not want time to touch. So I am such a pale, staring blueness. But now I was close to him I could see"
Hortense has nothing to do with the message. I just like it.
Buckminster Fuller's 1943 sleep hack: two hours a day, split into half-hour
naps
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[image: A US postage stamp shows Richard Buckminster (1895-1983),
architect, designer and inventor (Olga Popova/shutterstock.com)]
"Sleep is just a bad hab...
2 hours ago
2 comments:
How strange.
I am currently reading a book, written by John Fowles, titled The Magus.
I googled the word "Seidevarre". Your blog was the third hit. Your mystery email contained the exact sentence I was reading.
Curious, how surreal spam can be...
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