Notes From Nowhere

Why I post these from Scotland I am not exactly sure: one more time, me and the Dolomites. This summer feels like a lot of traveling. It’s my first time in Scotland — a search, perhaps, for places with a charming take on solitude. Anyway, I feel as if I’ve come home. More soon I hope.

The air remains cool and fresh up here even in late July. But I wouldn’t mention that to my friends back home in Manhattan.

I think that one of two things will happen once you spend too much time high up in the mountains: (1) you start to write books on weirdly elevated topics, such as the “Übermensch.” Or, (2), you start making sketches of yourself. Either will lead to great fame and/or insanity.