apparently for the week, it will be raining which really interferes with the "reading-and-writing-in-the-park-because-using-the-computer-hurts-my-head-because-i-was-born-with-the-soul-of-an-aging-and-ailing-old-man" plans although i do love rainy nights.
i've been reading more of kazuo ishiguro's works, currently his most recent one i've gotten around to about a robot girl. a deviation from the formula he had in his other works of an aging man reflecting of his life's accomplishments and his role in the second world war serving the side of "the bad guys". i wonder how common of a theme that happens to be for ishiguro.
i wasn't very expressive when i was younger-- nor am i now, really, i come across as dull to people, i'm sure, and would be call that a lot; a robot. it means that you have failed to be a proper human. and i've always fancied the pinnochio-type stock story and what it means to be a real human.