Saturday, May 05, 2012


This place.  This unusual place.  Because
if I weren’t a clown I’d be a murderer.  So
rare in my life have I felt it.  Do I have the
power to reconcile this?  He puts his cold
hand on my chest, above my heart.  Am I
breathing?  There is power in transience.

I think perhaps this lunch with Kim will
be a fine thing.  I’ve an idea for a new set
of Japanese/English things.  I’ve started
a nice Christmas list.

The day after Christmas is depressing.