11 pm: I am just thinking about Tony. Wondering where he could be, who he is with, what is he thinking, is he thinking of me, and whether he will ever return one day.
It’s 20:49 and I’m singing my child to sleep while thinking about David McCallum because I’m a piece of shit, while also thinking about submitting poetry to magazines.
It’s 15:06 and HOLY HELL IT IS FREEZING IN THIS OFFICE.
The Paradox Machine 