October 23, 2018

Inspecting my haircut in the mirror, my eyes happen to take in the whole picture. Physically, there’s not much left to me now but old and ugly. This is a phase that might last a long time. . . .

My playwrights are lagging, so I cancelled class today to give them time to catch up. I said I wasn’t feeling well, and I wasn’t.

Freeze warnings, and yet the flowers bloom, a little exhausted, as if looking forward finally to the razor night.