I read more of Don Quixote yesterday, while standing on a platform in the subway, waiting for a train. I’d taken the paperback with me, in my backpack, when I’d gone into the city to find a café, or a coffee shop, to sit in and write, though I hadn’t got much writing done, and in fact had mostly scrolled through social media posts, which is what sometimes happens when I try to write when I’m not in the mood to do so, though that doesn’t always happen, and sometimes I’m able to will myself, or force myself, to write.