It seems I can do very little
nowadays, except read, write
poems and retweet. This
night, yesterday, it has been
the same. Tonight I read
some Hemingway. Another
death in Venice. Now
I would like coffee, but
to save the milk it
will be medicine with
distilled juice, two cups
of it in a blue glass. Then
I will put on some video,
take the machine and
put it in working order,
grab a book and listen
and read and fall asleep
and it will be light outside
when I wake up, snow
falling behind the windows
throughout a gray day.
05.04.2024
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