2013-01-04 - 6:04 p.m.
deil take the minister
a plaid-jacketed man is prodding at the keyboard with the baffled intensity of a person who must be very high. that piano is not in tune.
outside, the clouds are bright and thin like neon. this room is very cold.
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if many remedies are prescribed for an illness, you may be certain that the illness has no cure. my husband always believes that chekhov's peasants have a chance at a happy ending.
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reading: the mirador: dreamed memories of irene nemirovsky by her daughter, elizabeth gille.
listening to: an out-of-tune piano, played badly.
working on: being a person in the world.
in the garden: the ume are blooming already. slow down, world. i can't keep up with you.