That's a Prisma-ed version (that I've posted here before, a long time ago) of a shot taken in the library when I picked the book up, and decided I wanted a picture of me reading it, cuz ha ha ha. The photographer and I had a thing going, though we never ended up consulting the book in that regard. Anyway somebody who knew us both and wasn't in on the thing came into the library where we sat, the book on a little table between us, and somehow had several minutes of conversation with us without seeming to pick up on it even then.
Later the photographer commented/complained in another context about that visitor's being pretty wrapped up in himself, and I thought of (among other things) that day. It also eventually got me to thinking about the photographer. But then it never did take much to get me to thinking about her. Still doesn't, really.
Anyway, now somebody's finally requested the book, so my record-setting number of weeks with it out (in the hundreds!) is about to conclude. And I still haven't studied it! Guess that's why they have Bible classes. To, like, get you to focus on studying yer lesbian sex book.
