notes

I miss some of my old friends terribly. I feel like I haven’t talked with anyone in years, and I almost wouldn’t know what to say. I’d like to sit down and share with you what I’m currently reading, maybe even what I’m writing, also what I’m listening to. ask you what you’re thinking, how you’re doing in the world. take you to the new restaurant Casey and I found that’s so wonderful it practically makes me want to cry. or is it that I just want to cry right now?

listening to jazz, just a few Dostoevsky pages a day further into the masterpiece novel, watching some TV shows, taking it easy during the time off, caring for my cat who seems sick with a dry nose and not as playful as usual. the three of us living on less that a hundred dollars for the next two weeks. it’s strange poor man’s diet where the stomach hardly ever gets filled any more and I’m hungry all the time with a soreness and frequent headaches. trying my best to keep my spirits up in the midst of family scandals and struggling through Sundays early mornings, Miles playing, drawing lines overtop one another not knowing what they mean but liking them like the sounds from the vent air conditioning. I am thankful for the view, to be out of the city. I hope I can somehow come into some work that is suitable for our happiness and sanity. I want more than to get by just barely…