1/1,
windy, chilly, cloudy; 1/2 PM 2, MC, long afternoon; start to know why Robert
McCall (The Equalizer 1 & 2) kept his
austere room tidy, green apples (even the books he planned to read) in line,
disciplinary, so that he would not lose his mind; now, I’m the mess
itself, don’t even know which foot to step forward next, though, usually the
right one, out of habit, nothing but; this year, the Kyoto school, and comparative
study of psychology of the self and relational psychoanalysis; meager; trying
to get by; china watch waning, though keep watching; may move, who knows; good
life is good story, and the problem is, there are no more good stories these
days; even Jack Reacher got tired, and Harry Bosch needed firewood to keep his
mission burning, and God knows his knee hurts; keep witnessing, bearing
witness, that’s the firewood; witnessing what, that’s the question; witnessing
one’s own, and the others’ hardships; let them in, through you, see what’s
left;
