It’s been lovely to see so many people feign reverence for the institution of marriage over the weekend. Let’s do this again sometime!

It is getting quite late, but my rowdy neighbours are making their demands clear: 1. They want to dance with somebody; 2. They want to feel the heat with somebody. (“Somebody” is specified as “somebody who loves them”.) I am disinclined to help them.

I just received a call from an unknown person asking if I was the land surveyor. If I recall correctly, this is roughly the premise of Kafka's The Castle.