Sunday, February 22, 2015


February 21, 2015

 One of those skyscraping apartment houses in Dubai is on fire.

The light through the north window s the color of dishwater.

Great progress on the New York play.

Almost unbearably rich dream of Sligo. I was sleeping in a loft in a church, one wall of which was the Rose Window. I wandered the tangled streets at night, having adventures. The essential city of dreams.

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