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November 13th, 2009

loud, brash @ 11:55 pm

sitting on the train
trying to read the introduction to the 1967 translation of "The Pillow Book"
iPod playing...

two boys get on the train
young
Latino maybe, dark
I only see them out of the corner of my eye and can't hear them
but the sit abnormally far apart to be talking to one another
yet I see their hands flailing

must be queens

I try and focus on reading
but the hands are really loud
i've never felt such a distraction
I glance up and look at them

of course
they are talking with their hands
still: loud and brash

I smile
and Morrissey is wailing away in my ears
some rare recordings I recently found in the web
I've always loved his voice
but this is the first time I hear how he sometimes just brays
brash and loud

maybe everything is just chafing today

I didn't sleep well last night
woke today to a client ringing my bell
that I thought I had cancelled

worked for three hours
then set about cleaning and organizing the house
computer

preparing for the party tomorrow

I'd intended to leave at 4 or 5

I got out of the house about 10:45
after spending hours doing inane things
among which was looking for my quartz balls
which have dissappeared

færies?



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