20 january

in the meantime it seemed fine to pass on a few unrelated thoughts as we'd bought a passage of tickets and an index of surprises which i surmise is somewhere undercover in the table of our discontents -- while i meant to straighten up sooner, to tune in to the right key, we freeze our vegetables and turn our cheese -- sweet uncertainty and the ache of seeking else: our selves and our own title pages -- all the rage is nothing but to be closer still the movement