“I am pixelating woozily”
Oh this man is a good writer. He is sooooooo good.
This book “What days are for” is written by Robert Dessaix as he recovers from a heart attack in St Vincent’s Hospital in Sydney, but there is barely a mention of his ailing body, the entrapment he must feel, stuck in a bed (God, sounds terrible doesn’t it?) It’s a joyous romp through his mind – his mischievous sparkling mind, where he ruminated on the Hindu God Kali (she vomits blue bile which in turns turns into smaller demon gods – not unlike myself really, during the children’s feeding time). He ruminates on Turgenev (of course he has to mention Turgenev!) on one sided desire, on travel, on what days are for. This book is changing the way I look at the world. I hope Mr Dessaix sticks around for a few more revolutions of the earth. If only for purely selfish reasons..png)
