I dipped into the random-paper-covered cache of books lent to me by various people again. Came up with Italo Calvino's "Le Città Invisibili", which denorae gave me some time ago. Didn't take too long to get through its 165 pages. It's a gem. Sometimes a bit heavy-handed with the philosophizing, but it's full of vitality and charmingly borgesian mysteries. William Weaver's translating skillz are to be praised, too. I had forgotten that english text could sound so rawly beatuiful.