Why I Am Going to Move to the Country

So yesterday my wondrous and glamorous friend Dinah posted photos of what she looks out upon as she composes her intensely vivid, ferocious prose--one view from her no-doubt sprawling and fantastical apartment in Brooklyn and the other from her country getaway someplace mysterious and unnamed. I found myself longing for similar views in gorgeous settings where I might write inimitable prose whilst inhaling the scents of gardenia and jasmine and unpronouncable plants whose names contain many syllables, but alas. I do most of my writing on the QM24 bus to Glendale, Queens.





I hope Dinah will now invite me to her country house.