Tuesday, September 30, 2008

September 27, 2008

Paul Newman is dead. Holy God, he was a handsome man. He was six years younger than my father, and yet they seemed from different generations, different centuries. Amaryllis are for sale online now. A scarlet amaryllis, which we moved from his house in those last days, was my last Christmas gift to my father.

Long lines at the service stations have turned to no gas and empty stations. I don’t know where people are going nor for this commodity, or how we are to keep going, or what actually became of the supply process.

Contemplating my last Mephistophilis tonight. I had been praying for rain.

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