November 8, 2013

Unrolled the Anatolian carpets from behind the sofa and spread them on the floors. The transformation was immediate. When I took a little nap on the sofa, the dream was of being a spy and creeping through tunnels lined with luxurious carpets to get from one spying point to another.

Beautiful man in the Woodfin Y locker room.  The kind of beauty people say doesn’t exist without airbrushing, but they’re wrong. Thor. It was time to praise God.

I am a natural mystic. That explains almost everything.