i understand the need to date events. I don’t want to, but it seems that i must.
i read: shelter or monumentality?
i dreamt i opened the window and a warm breeze would come in. i woke up and i opened the window. no, still cold. but the days are becoming longer and brighter, there are flowers everywhere, it’s less cold. i slept so well last night, i’m ready.
back to biking. the ritual is complete again. spring is coming.
a woman came to ask me if i was digging my grave. i laughed. reminded me of this: (navokov)