Even so, it’s not so much a dissatisfaction with the present as incredible anticipation for the future. Walking up that escalator the wrong way for the last three years has to be worth something, like a little agency to step off every once in a while, or at least some better calves. I think the Nadia coming up soon is nipping at the heels of the woman Giovanni writes about, though. Indeed, I’m about to turn myself into myself.