it is late and my head hurts so bad, and my neck too: neck in neck with the rest of my body. putting away is a lot of work. …and i love my new home, but i miss the birds and sea lion sounds at angels gate. luckily my memory has been blurry and bad, as are my eyes. what is sharp as shit is my brain, too focused, too obsessed, and not unlike curly fries.

my office is still a catastrophie, but i see a beautiful garden. how odd to experience happiness, yet here it is. i made it.