still no whale
A sermon. Two pages on a painting in an inn. Breakfast.
I was promised a whale.
Abandoned-at-page-70 grievances welcome.
Keep a journal for every book, every story, and every week worth thinking through.
Shelves
Reading
Middlemarch
Moby-Dick
Book club, 2026
Second Thursdays at Ana’s.
A sermon. Two pages on a painting in an inn. Breakfast.
I was promised a whale.
Reading, writing, the rest of life. A shelf for each.
Better than a notes app full of untitled notes.
Book club, a weekend away, the dentist. Every journal has one.
Calendar
What’s coming up for this journal. Plans live here; what happened lives in the entries.
October 2026
October 2026
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the sea
Overheard
Man at the next table, to his dog: “The sea doesn’t owe you anything.” Wrote it on a napkin.
Moby-Dick
A sermon. Two pages on a painting in an inn. Breakfast. I was promised a whale.
Sunday nights
Walked down to the sea after a hard week. It doesn’t fix anything. It makes everything the right size again.
It stays on your shelf with your last thought. Reopen it anytime.
Moby-Dick
Got as far as the sermon. It was a very good sermon. Trying again some winter.
For noticing. For remembering. For thinking something through.
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The lake two winters ago. The book that changed your mind. The week you finally rested.
A table for what you track: books to read, films to see, what to pack.
To read
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Walks
after the reading
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