I think I'm going to cut down on watching online television shows and finally crack down and finish reading Madame Bovary from Flaubert. 

 

some days I dream of shallow graves on the Nile lined with purple seashells and flooded with gold coins. The heat of Egypt caused the gold to melt all over a child's bones and the high tides, the dry season, all of these natural happenstances occurred at once and possessed the bones.