Workbook: October, 2017
- October 31, 2017: No memory, no memory, no memory, none.
- October 30, 2017: What has he learned, in thirty-eight years?
- October 29, 2017: Alone in the tomb, dizzy with memory and cameras.
- October 28, 2017: Far from the madding crowd.
- October 27, 2017: The sites have been professionalized.
- October 26, 2017: It's pleasant, but it's corrupt.
- October 25, 2017: Phidias' workshop was identified and excavated in the 1950s...
- October 24, 2017: At Olympia outside the museum...
- October 23, 2017: But, ugh, the crowds of crowds.
- October 22, 2017: This time the people are different.
- October 21, 2017: Journal note, Friday December 21, 1979:
- October 20, 2017: Last time it was fried eggs and bread.
- October 19, 2017: Jeezes to breezes, this is different.
- October 18, 2017: Contrary to a story often told...
- October 17, 2017: There was one time though when something very interesting happened.
- October 16, 2017: Let me give you an idea of how fucked-up our chaperone was.
- October 15, 2017: Mark (to rude entitled American evangelical woman):
- October 14, 2017: Americans wear brand tshirts
- October 13, 2017: Where in perfect weather the elements themselves cooperate...
- October 12, 2017: In this city a large number of lifetimes ago...
- October 11, 2017: Blue stones in the dawn.
- October 10, 2017: Nighttime.
- October 9, 2017: Visitors on the stones.
- October 8, 2017: Hadrian, the Romans, the Greeks.
- October 7, 2017: Arrival was a nightmare.
- October 6, 2017: It was brave of me to stay behind.
- October 5, 2017: It's barely past lunch and we've already reached a goal...
- October 4, 2017: In the square once upon a time...
- October 3, 2017: The old stomping grounds...
- October 2, 2017: New this time...
- October 1, 2017: Urban apartment.