i finished memorial days. now i'll read 101 surrealists. i'm looking at the past that comes up in this time of endings and beginnings. r. is flying home with mom, ending her time in the room in the place she was put in california, the room in the place she won't remember put in a place here she will remember while she's in it. we hope she likes it. it could be anyplace but it's not. it's gray today and it will be dark when she arrives. maybe the sun will come tomorrow. there was a time before charlie and a time after, and she's present in it, though in a sense past. i'm not editing. the story takes care of itself. someone is always left to read it.