#97

Gloves and hat, collar up, cramped chin. A thousand things to read and know. Or the rough lines of black above my upper lip, and the costume yet to follow. Coffee please, and sonnets. My makeshift reading chair lighted by the sun. "An Investigation of the Effects of Rock Music Videos on the Values and Self-Perceptions of Adolescents." Azazel is impatient for my stillness. So is Stephen, when I am.

Jeehyun - white blouse, round earings - gives a gam: prosthesis. And Julie, bless her soul, has crashed. I've a paper to write on impotence, an acquaintance to punish in fiction. The evening's potential for warmth. Slippers, jackets, sleep. By God, the plot has thickened. But a working title, no. I should pin myself for a caption.