Spoke to my beloved ninety-year-old grandfather on the phone earlier. He and his wife are in fantastic health—they go country-western dancing every week—but they’ve lost a lot of friends over the past decade. “I got to go to the cemetery to talk to someone I know,” he said. 😂

1/ In tomorrow’s fiction workshop, I’m teaching the scene in BLOOD MERIDIAN where Judge Holden sketches the various artifacts he’s found, then destroys the originals. He says his intention is to “expunge them from the memory of man.” This Judge is a judge of (re)presentation.