February 7, 2008

DJ and I ate at the Usual last night, and when we came out there was a bouquet of yellow violas on top of his car, with dirt still firm around the roots and scattered over the roof of the car, as though some one had thrown a pot of flowers, or as though a pot had leapt from one of the windows of the building, though there was no sign of the pot, and the car was undamaged. There was enough dirt and the flowers were fresh enough that I planted them when we got home, in the rain and the dark, thinking they must be a message from someone, a message, since so mysterious, certainly incomplete.

Mickey and I presented Crown of Shadows on the radio yesterday morning. Witnesses suggest it went well. Mickey’s street-girl demeanor makes her eloquence the more impressive.