I spent a good weekend. I wrote 7 pages, the reading went well, I spent Sunday with my girlfriend, and I just got back from her house.

The taxi driver had a peculiar smell, like honey and spices. I know it was him, and not the car in general, because it got stronger when he moved. He was friendly during the small talk in the beginning, and then knew to shut up at the exact moment I wanted him to, and let me watch the city at night in silence while he drove. And he played CDs of Italian 60s pop. A prince among men.

Tomorrow, going to the gym, and more writing.

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