oh i miss my little buddy. i wish i could wear him like a keffiyeh this winter. 

we got the last of the wall art from the old apartment. there's only a bike and an eames chair left to bring. 

reading the apple in the dark. i was drifting for a while, thought i wouldn't get it, but i kept going because it's clarice lispector, and there will be no more. i dropped the obama book unread. somebody said he's the best option for president. criminey! i said, what is the world coming to! have we been here before? i know he must be joking me.

anyway i'm going to finish apple before the solstice. today i got world as lover, world as self, the complete works of álvaro de campos, and cioran, a dionysiac with the voluptuousness of doubt. 

dog, i hope bug's ok. i wish i could get him a home.