July 15th, 2018

caillebotte_man at his window

Exhaust

Returning from the stores I sat down and found that I couldn't keep my eyes open, but only realized it after I had in fact opened them again after having slept for about two hours. The heat has everything disarranged. Money is pouring from the floor vents, taking the form of chilled air. Even that is not enough. I remain dazed, my unintended sleep having been filled with fragments of dreams that precluded any actual rest. Outside it is still well into the eighties as the sun sets, and won't drop into the seventies until after midnight.

Last night was quite strange. In sweltering midnight a brief shower of enormous drops came along, and when it had passed the night felt even hotter. I heard thunder in the mountains, and saw a few flashes of heat lightning. In the end it came to nothing. Farther north a few new fires have started, but here it remains sultry, humid, and unpleasant. In other words, the new same old same old.

I'm exhausted.

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a sizzle.




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