Morning of July 8th- Potter mourning begins in my hotel bed. Lamp will not stop staring at me.
…But I’ll get there.
The future is a little hazy without you, that’s all.
A blue sky goes with everything.
Too much contemplation always brings us back to no contemplation.
Don’t let anything pass you by.
The matador’s prayer recital before he attempts to kill.
Not quite heaven.
Found under my Miscellaneous folder. It makes me wish I were more affectionate.