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12:53am read a chapter or two before bed

He searched a drawer for some old school notebooks, a diary he had kept for years, certain letters. He was astonished he had written those things. He didn’t remember them at all; everything referred to strange, forgotten events. He sat at the piano, tried a chord, and lowered the cover on the keyboard. What now? he asked himself.

Waiting for Charlotte at the dentist. Chapter 15 was so good.

Knecht Cup Regatta

Waiting for Vyas

Perhaps everything is like this: We believe we’re in the midst of creatures that resemble us but there’s only icy cold, stones that speak a strange language. We’re about to greet a friend but our arms fall lifeless, our smile fades, because we realize we’re completely alone.