#89

Along the day of nothing. In lit il lit le livre. Proust and Freud and comic books. A sky that contemplates its rain. I scribble in my notebook, write Hyeju in Korea. Buzz, brlkk, and clamor. And learn, from Jeehyun at quarter to ten, that Will is Japanese. Begin to fill his page.

What's the line? "Isolation is the first principle of artistic economy." Not much to circulate there. But it's Tuesday. I go round and back, each other day, in circles. $2.00 for produce. $3.00 for a loaf of bread. Forwards to describe yourself. I'm lying on (the) couch.