Started reading Ulysses last night. Because one of the writers I love most told me he'd started and said I should catch up quick. And because why not.

A sample sentence, describing memories, I think:

Phantasmal mirth, folded away: muskperfumed.

Or maybe it's describing the imagined memories of a son's remembered mother.

Or maybe it's something else.

Regardless, on I'll read. Accepting uncertainty, as we all have to sometimes.