June 22, 2020

Instantaneous and furious cloudburst after a lovely day, upon which I can look back without any sense of accomplishment. JS called to say how much he liked Night, Sleep. Eyes itching with pollen. Unable to stay awake for more than a few hours together. Backlash from the police, wounded that they might no longer murder with absolute impunity. It’s hard to have sympathy.  All that’s necessary is not to murder people. Do not shoot people who are unarmed. Do not shoot people fleeing away from you. Keep your hands off your gun. Do not touch your gun. Forget that you have a gun. If you fear so much for your own safety, do not interfere with other people’s lives.  It seems to me miraculously easy.