March 9, 2023
The Hotel Pennsylvania is gone. It was enormous. I stayed in it once, and found Irish coins under my bed. Had a good time in its bar, made friends, whom I regaled with the story of my play Edward the King, which I was in New York to see.
Sat all morning by the river trying to keep warm. I wrote a consequential poem. Slopes covered in veronica.
Drove behind three cops up Biltmore, each of whom turned off at different places without a turn signal.
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