For a month we shut down, and then the ceasefire woke us up.  And then we realized that the ceasefire could stop at any minute and we better get things done before Trump announces the war and the rockets start again.

So we went and bought a car.  

Not a very smart thing to do when you’re about to be bombed.  

nevertheless.

so i met with my editor afterward and we made plans for our launch of the book on poets and their graves, even though there’s a backlog of events in the city that were postponed because of the rockets – at least 2 years of culture to catch up with…  But if we don’t catch up quick, we’ll be overrun by the kitsch that has taken over the media – if we survive the rockets of course.