Meeting for cultural policy with Volt. Need to look up party’s platform before I agree to be consultant as I have no idea right now beyond liberal.
Last of rushed MA admission.
Made veggie pizza. Interminably long documentary that I hated. Swimming and then coffee with walk along power line linear park. Frogs and sunset like a bloody cut, sky bruised and molted purple and black spanning overhead. Long fleshy worms along the side walk and snails the size of my thumb from the rain. Smell of pine and cut wood.
Almost done with my books. Read another Novik?
I know what you are thinking. I was like you once. But now
With so much before me, so many emerald trees, and
Weed-whitened fields, mountains and lakes, how could I not
Be only myself, this dream of flesh, from moment to moment?