Vessel Log: 2009 01 21

: Keep returning to the same questions. When does plausibility act as an adjective to denial? How blurry that line is. Crossed paths with Y-sensei, my office neighbor, just outside Kami-Horomui station. Our spliced language conversation uncovered his younger brother borrowing the family car. I tried to explain how I nearly missed my train: the light is so much brighter after 4. But couldn’t find the word for bright. Touring the supermarket basement. The curling shavings of the plow. Watch Orion as he hunts from left to right, chasing Venus but she’s long gone.