: intermittent fall. It criss-crosses like threads in loose linen or almond trees on a California farm. An amber necklace of light up and down the décolletage of Greenland Mountain. Light box, words, the argumentative texts, fights, POVs, the honeysuckle of actual work. Burning up in the atmosphere of the internet; first the eyes and then the mind. It’s challenging to eat spaghetti in a minced beef sauce with chopsticks. Five rounds of 20 Questions. Mailed the cards and the postcard. Been gone long enough they feel like fan mail. A card from Erica with a Dunkin’ Donuts postcard and a Guardian clipping of a woman holding a funeral for the novel that never got published at the Chapel of Chimes. Dinner with E.; met frozen in front of Gonji. I forget the road parallel to me; the eateries and shops. Bacon wrapped scallops, yakitori, spinach and cream cheese salad. It’s all having to do with perspective. How living alone offers little distraction from the self, propagates hypochondria, lost moments of pause, an urge to care for animals. Grilled eggplant and fried potato with cheese, a couple of beers followed by a stop at Mister Donut.
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