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.
