on Wednesday evening after dancing at the Atlantic on Twist and Shout night Rob and I walked past Flaco’s and I noticed that my favorite painting in the “Elbow Room” is gone-”Pez fuero de agua” no longer hangs on the wall for my general amusement. sad day. i wonder where it is now.

there’s more in my brain now, but nothing that would sound eloquent or well put together… looking forward to the week to come, but aprehensive about the future beyond that.
wanting my brother to visit me here in gainesville, loving walking down to Mary’s cottage and popping in on her and Jane making bread, ecstatic about the concert on the 19th, enjoying breezy summer evenings downtown, uncertain of where to find work, concerned for friends, wanting to write more, ever increasingly aware of the frailty and brevity of life…