I woke up this morning realizing that I had spent the last several months thinking through a set of ideas that now feel a bit like a mirage. I’m fighting the urge to wash them all down the drain... I was reading about the swiss pedagogue pestalozzi this afternoon and feeling sluggish and somber. a group "study" at the coffee shop this evening means that once again temptation gets the better of me. this is my friend oren's best attempt at encouragement. he's failing to convince me as i type. write anne, write.