Life is exhaustingly busy and mildly frustrating at the moment. This explains not only our recent GVBS (Great Void of Blog Silence), but also the manifold RLIJN (Recurring Lapses Into Juvenile Nostalgia) from which the inhabitants of this household tend to suffer when stressed out.
Hence this here association, which has been haunting me for the last few days, is rather symptomatic:
Once life is back to some kind of normal I might have something to say about Kazuo Ishiguro's new book, Nocturnes. Right now, there is little space for anything focused and semi-intelligent.