Thursday, November 02, 2006


2 November 2006. Slanting rain--vent pipe steam white billow against fine wet mist. View to north from kitchen window. Nicola remains asleep on white at foot of bed. Natasha, too, on old green desk blotter. Sound of known footsteps--young Chinese woman approaching bus stop outside, bending down to her bag, under the awning. Gray brown spider on white pipe, just below window, computer wires, also whitish, tied on along the way. Peregrinations. Jesse, last night: the wanderer. Gypsies, Abraham, moon modules--also bound together, in wonder--not without anger--the lack, the want, the iniquity... Where is justice...?

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