2012-01-31 - 9:00 p.m.
how strange it is to be anything at all
sing along, he said. this one's a mandatory sing-along. but when he sustained that impossibly long note, everyone else's voices fell away.
how could one man hold so much sound?
* * *
reading: the lake, by banana yoshimoto.
listening to: the taking under, elf power.
working on: a long, slow series of improvements.
in the garden: my cat and a neighbor's cat are snuggled together under the bushes.