r.'s towel seemed to be breathing on the towel rod.
i'm not proud of thinking so much about the baseness and evil ruling the country.
reflects an imbalance within me.
i saw a good film called on my way with catherine deneuve. her subtle charm, her humor, her calm strength of character, how she can be deneuve and wholly immersed in her role of the moment. how she's really in the moment, not simply acting, being in movies.
i'm reading optic nerve. it's good. i'm distracted by prosaic duties. you can't just think.
thoughts devoted to corruption and war leave affirmative thoughts waiting to be thought.
you can't get over this.

the cat's come to me for food, a little affection. the cat's know i'm distrait. 

whensday, 22 of may. the long march continues.

there was a bookend penny cat picture that didn't arrive. it may come sooner or later. the pictures in dim light look like loose clusters of particle light, like light from nebulae or star clusters, imagine a feline constellation milky white and pulsing softly like jasper cat.