last night with Peter.
We sway away. First
I’ve felt I was there.
Cat opens door with
Laurence, tall guy,
41 years old and
frustrated. The
rest was just a
text of sevens
I met on Friday
night of the
power outage
when Mezzanine
collapsed. David
talked and Alex
doted. I’ve never
in my life ignored
most of the week-
end with Richard.
Philip was there,
too, dealing with
fruit. Shaping it
into something.
