September 27, 2001
My favorite part of the day is later than it used to be.
By ten p.m. I am almost convinced of a life.
As if the functions misfire all day and then hit their stride as bed looms.
Don’t get me wrong; I love bed.
My encouragement to myself daily, to leave that place, rests on the logic that if you don’t leave it you can’t get back into it.
But there is peace, or a sense of it now, here at the desk: no phone, the vehicle soundtrack muffled.
Scanning an article on James Baldwin by Colm Tóibín I read:
“He found odd jobs and then lost them, washing dishes, working as an elevator boy. He drank, he had casual affairs, he suffered a number of nervous crises.”
What reassurance biography becomes.
Today, I saw a completely naked man in Soho.
Neanderthal in Soho. Between two cars.
So in place.
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My favorite part of the day is later than it used to be.
By ten p.m. I am almost convinced of a life.
As if the functions misfire all day and then hit their stride as bed looms.
Don’t get me wrong; I love bed.
My encouragement to myself daily, to leave that place, rests on the logic that if you don’t leave it you can’t get back into it.
But there is peace, or a sense of it now, here at the desk: no phone, the vehicle soundtrack muffled.
Scanning an article on James Baldwin by Colm Tóibín I read:
“He found odd jobs and then lost them, washing dishes, working as an elevator boy. He drank, he had casual affairs, he suffered a number of nervous crises.”
What reassurance biography becomes.
Today, I saw a completely naked man in Soho.
Neanderthal in Soho. Between two cars.
So in place.
- rachael 9-28-2001 3:55 am