i'm so into this translation i'm doing. it's a 30 page Camus story about a painter who can't handle fame and keeps moving his studio further and further from view, into his bedroom, then behind a curtain in his bedroom, then into the bathroom, and then into the attic. i was up until four last night obsessing over the word obscurely and trying to translate the 'on' into english. it's completely fascinating.
i just got home from freezing cold vienna. egon and the bagel station.
i'm listening to death from above 1979 remixes and daft punk pretty exclusively. a little justin timberlake and xiu xiu.
i'm going to have a really hard time moving back to america.
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