Yesterday, yes, a day of ending things. I finished reading a novel: Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore. That’s been an “in progress” book for… almost a year. I finished reading a novella, too: Seo Hajin’s Hong Gildong (in translation; not the medieval Korean novel, nor the modern TV reinterpretation – rather, a modernist novella with a thematically related character). I’m not that good at finishing books, these days, so these are major accomplishments.
Lastly, I finished watching the episodes of season 2 of the TV series Pushing Daisies. It’s kind of inconsistent in quality, but it’s by the same guy who created Dead Like Me, which was a very underrated series with some similar themes. Really well written, for the most part, and funny. The narrator, in his concluding words at the close of season 2: “…for endings, as it is known, are where we begin.”
I suppose yesterday was the kind of day where I live up to just how boring my life seems. But I’m OK with it being boring, for now.
