the kitchen project is a drag. 

but it looks interesting, the layers of time peeking through. 

the people who made the layers moved on or gone beyond. 

i hafta go pay the rent on my disused apartment. 

sometimes i feel like i'm hearing a harsh parent

even when it's silent, with just random sounds, freight trains, power station, whooshing automobiles, cats murring.

i started watching the sleeping negro. stiff.

watched a french film, softie in english. the kid was great, the story sad, his mom drinks and screws, the kid is gay and kisses his teacher, then rebuffed, tries to jump out a window. the kid is 10, his hair long light brown almost blond wavy like mine then. i grew it after the divorce, after seeing the hair in san francisco.

the kitchen project is nothing, just another change.