Oct 24, 2011 | Swimming
May Twenty One. Two thousand eleven. Saturday. It’s eight in the evening. I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. My eyes stay open even underneath the closed lids, and I think fleetingly about tomorrow. I’m tucked into my warm bed, lying flat against the bed covers,...
Jun 29, 2011 | Swimming
San Francisco. Monday, June 20, 2011. Walking in San Francisco. Wow. When you come down off of a high like this, the world – the normal world, with people floating in and out and waking up, walking around – looks strange. Normal is strange. Regular looks...