The air was so clear today I felt like I was in a movie about how perfect and beautiful Los Angeles is. I saw a hummingbird. The swallows are back, not at our building but one not too far away. I’ll miss their chirping. Dirty Bird is not back. I’m expecting him soon.

I was reading Lolita and someone sitting next to me said, ‘Is that the Kubric movie?’ ‘No,’ I answered. ‘It’s the Nabokov novel.’

That is all.