the sky today flirted with rain and hinted briefly at a lessening of the humidity. it's sinister, i think to myself, to send rain only to take it away just as quickly. i enjoyed the breeze on the porch while i could.
with ash in morocco, val moved out, and virgil MIA, i've found it difficult to spend as long as i did today in the house. it's too quiet. while there's a comfort to be found in the calm of solitude—and a relief which often accompanies it—the complete absence of any sound for the entire day may very well be enough to drive me mad.
i took the blue line out today. i sweat through my shirt again under the merciless sun and bought coffee in the mile end. my headphones broke and so i hum and sing out loud to myself.
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