Omaha 10

May 31, 2015

Dark morning. Diarrhea for travel, thank you very much. Fine closing party, at which I got finely and sweetly drunk. God a big glass trophy which I expect to be smashed in my luggage (and which is too pointy to take in the carry-on) but which it was fine to have for a night. What do I feel about this experience? Won’t know for a couple of days. On stage, I won. That I should hold in my heart and not speak of again.