Tuesday, 8 October

“Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness."No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”

―Vladimir Nabokov

I just took down a whole blog post riffing off of this Nabokov gem. No point putting all that on display.

Here's a photo of the air conditioner unit I put back in the closet this morning. Thirty-eight and foggy today. Won't be needing this until May or June.