August 26, 2012

Sank back into the marathon sleeps yesterday, often thinking in the last moments of consciousness of all else I should be doing. But painted well, and late, and responded to all the playwrights who had sent their materials to Black Swan. Some thanked me for gracious refusals, which is a sort of achievement, I guess. Painting (almost obsessively) mystical landscapes of Sligo. I will never have a fine touch.

The Internet reports that all the people hurt at the Empire State Building were hit by police gunfire. One hardly knows what to say.