December 29, 2012

came directly to this lovely sanatorium in switzerland.  i am now arthur's lunatic friend. 

they said i died from a severe insult to the brain.  i fled your ship and

is that mr. stevens there with you at herisau?  

December 27, 2012

at a table on which the food is cold?
is my thought a memory,  not alive?

things as they are have been destroyed.
have i?  am i a man that is dead

December 15, 2012

we were told stories in order to live.  almost all of those stories were untrue.

December 14, 2012

i keep thinking something 
wonderful will happen.  i keep 
thinking that our perceptions are
off-kilter.  i keep thinking that the
stories that we have heard can be
wonderfully wrong.
just to see what i can see, i guess.  it is a melancholy desire.  i am still new to this.

December 12, 2012

you have a slight problem, adele.  why must you flit like a fruit fly over their destinies?  it is morbid.

you mean o'hara means it.  don't forget that he is alive now.

December 11, 2012

i don't think he meant merely.  o'hara said something wonderful may happen.  he meant that.  

he said,  i merely choose to remain living out of respect for possibility. 

December 10, 2012

he was interested at the end.  all the exclamation points!  he was happy.  still had it.

December 2, 2012

there were sounds of people off to the left.  they were drinking.  you could hear the tide.

 i was sitting next to the fire.
it was late july.  it was cold
that night.  i was alone.

December 1, 2012

i was there that night on the beach.  it was dark, the way only beaches get dark.

i would like to feel more involved.