We’ve lived all over this crazy world. Or not. Seriously, though, we do wish we could live everywhere and always, experiencing the eras of Earth and the science of tribes, learning first hand what now is transmitted via microchips. But it’s Monday and the only travel we’re doing is the cross circuit kind. In San Francisco, the press prepares its reflections on Provenance, while in Miami Pat Conroy is accused of delightful psychological distress. A prolific octogenarian talks mortality with the Observer. Book-loving promiscuity is saluted for its educational prowess in Bookslut. The city of Boston is not known for progressive street art. But it does recognize progressive street art as a cultural bulwark — read a review of Subway Art, which recently was re-released. Finally, there’s poetry to be found in the Wall Street Journal, and the Beats used to live in fleabag hotels. In Paris. In the ’50’s. How we wish to have been there. Or not. — Kevin Murphy
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