Reading on April 3. 2026
“... I want more this time. The reading. Almost yelling to the bridge. I am in a smaller room, reading, facing the window. The door is open. The building is quiet. I expect less. Expect less on the people walking in as I notice someone just walked by. I tell myself it should not be a solitude situation in May. I will have people. I will have the 9 small pieces. Will I? Far away from the isolation seems so far away from me. My lips and eyes are getting drier and drier. Purely dry. ... ”