The last few days I have enjoyed the rather delectable company of a hobo formerly from Berlin, now residing in Kent, oysters, brot… philosophy, Berlinerin. She found for me, as a memory of much talking on both our shared and unknown writerly loves, and my current lack of new reading and Hanna Ardent, two books of Walter Benjamin. Not quite as good as having her quote him to me in German, but a sublime way to pass the next few days anyhow.