A few days pass. A long run home along the west side in the rain. Daytime drinking and scrubbing kitchen tiles. They extend the lock down. It snows in May. I wish for something new at 11:11 and more than anything it made me sad to.
I don't have any answers.
I don't know if any exist.
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
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- "If I can go to New York, live madly, and write. I will want for Nothing."
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