I do not have long to write tonight. I need to sleep. There is so much to do. Today after the opera, my own haunting phantoms left me exhausted. It was terrific. Cathartic. And the bright day was so intoxicating, I found a hammock and fell into a most peaceful moment. The sun shone through my weary shut eyes. Something in the pattern of light on the backs of my eyelids connected me to many moments, all bathed in the same bliss. It was love and lust and life.
Then after chores and dinner the pack went for a midnight stalk around the park. It is good but it is not easy. I have begun compiling a very complete list. I would like to put everything on it. It is already very long, and yet it just looks so fucking empty. So I will keep filling it until my life has been filled. Even if is filled with nothing...
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