
At the Irving Penn’s exhibition I saw a photograph of that French journalist I haven’t heard of before. Anaïs Nin. Anaïs is such a lovely name. Suggested the name to Nona. She loved it. I think. Fingers crossed.
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it's not pretty. it was the first time I'd realized that. [Charles Bukowski - I met a genius]

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