Just got back from New York. Tired. Have a cold. Was informed that a common friend fell off a balcony last night.. and he shall never walk again. Very very depressing.
Next to me on the train, a man sat in his undershirt watching a documentary on Bukowski on his Mac laptop. How fitting, I thought, to cap my obsessions. Outside, Connecticut went by very fast and for the first time in my life, I thought the inlets neat Lyme were pretty.
