Note to Self #3
What I'm thinking and feeling this week. In Paris!
Returning to Gare du Nord after dinner at Bouillons. A mentions he’s been thinking a lot about a Wallace Stevens poem that ends with, ‘nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.’ C says it reminds him of a joke, ‘a person walks in a café and asks for a coffee without cream. The waiter replies: we don’t have cream, can I get you a coffee without milk?’
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