- the same Grand Funk lp has been sitting unplayed for better than a week, now.
- the afternoons last longer on this side of the eastern time zone.
- the evenings last like afternoons.
- a very good friend passed through town today, and i was unable to answer her call for a visit. agoraphobia is new to me, but it’s not new to me to feel attached to my home floorboards as though they were the slots for my slotcar. i would make a good ascetic-cum-animist with my nightmarish fantasies of a social-psycho geography that’s at once infectious and already infected. aren’t they as real as other, better-recognized demons?