Lieu of laude
Mood:  bright
Now Playing: The Cheese and the Worms by Carlo Ginzburg
Topic: Letters to Real People

Dreyfus,

Twaddling Carlo around. I took Charles to the bakery but he couldn't find what he wanted. Marcel soon followed with some talk about what you had gone through and I asked Carlo if he regretted the Z thing.

Circum affairs, map behind. Day signals, caught between the burgee & the pennants. The note on the body before it was rushed after. The peeping out of the boat and the prospect of evening, confluence.

So little thinking, I'm quoting you as I remember. Bicycled to the ceremony, always found that admirable, though he forgot about the large bones next door and missed that show altogether.

So then, Charles again with the Mayans, particularly the figures he is there studying. Enough already, there was an iguana in the trash. So what? That like speaking to the roadside, that I myself missed the thing, her pieces, I didn't mean to but I will get up to them probably the first half of this week. You're not one of them, she said, and it stuck.

Roadside movies. Cider, the boards were part of what I liked about the woman and how the hose was something, I thought about Wendy and her stupid "ambiance," which meant blue paint flecking across the house front. Jesus, my mother thought the apocalypse had taken hold. Eventually, I set the fallen bird back on the rafter and steadied the nest.
Lots of things about the nest. Nest of light with them, to study order of the mind, or warming nest, in Jon's bathroom. The little gold fellows still half tucked and pushing with their sinuses, something I always imagined.

Excellent grouper, excellent time.