I'd like to think such photographic doodling is not just self-obsession, but part of trying to repair myself and be able again to move beyond only self. The week off work has been mostly solitary: sleep and culture and walking and reading. At an LRBookshop talk on Tuesday, I ran into a lovely woman I used to see at a meditation group and we both had a lot to say, in the break, in the street and outside the tube station, about art and music, about Italy, where she's from originally, and mainly about writing - her MA in creative writing, my blogging and inspiration by fine writers and artists met on line, most notably of late, of course, Teju Cole's novel, Open City. Her face lit up. A Spanish friend had phoned her to recommend Antonio Munoz Molina's big review of the book in El Pais. She had loved the review and marked it down as a novel she must read. Then back to solitude. I could wish, perhaps, that this was not what I need for self-repair, but it's the bedrock. Relaxing with others can only come after - next week, I hope.