Monday, January 14, 2019
I haven't reached despair, yet, but last night I got close. I thought about how nearI came to dying, and I realized I would have to do it again sooner or later. It would be no more pleasant the second time around.
This is no way to lead a happy life.
I have led a happy life.
I still don't have gumption. I can't wander yet, can't spend the day walking and lazing around cafes. I can't carry a bag on my shoulder. That will take a while. You will have to wait a spell for me to come to your own hometown.
But I wish to.
I have a friend who lives in Manhattan, who worked for the defunct Interview magazine. He says that the city is changing beyond recognition. I want to get back up there before everything is gone. He sent me photos of Asbury Park. Photogenic, he says.
There is much to do. I must get well.
Metal on Bone. No match at all.
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