I don't know why. I took two almost identical photos of the trash can. I don't know when. It must have been a good long while ago. The film holders indicated that the film had been exposed, so I developed the film. Voila! I can hit focus when it doesn't matter. I think I was just trying to put into practice my twelve foot rule. That is what I think is the perfect distance of the subject to the camera with that big old Liberator. That is all I can figure, anyway.
That's all I have today. I am unthinking and uninspired. I sleep-thought most of last night. Not really restful. I have no interest in the day, but it will pass through me regardless. I am world weary, I think. It is too much with me, but only in an abstract way. The human mind can only take so much, and other stolen lines.
And so. . . goodnight Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.