July 12th, 2020

caillebotte_man at his window

Reset Ten, Day Four

Saturday was like a sultry, impenetrable fog, and I saw none of whatever was in it. In the evening I fell asleep in the chair in the back yard, and did not fall out of it, but woke some time later with a sore neck. I had dreamed that a mountain lion had leaped the back fence, rushed past me with a soft growl, and bounded over the end fence to the parking lot. I have no idea what this means. Probably nothing. I'm not going anywhere, doing anything. It's as though all time has collapsed into a steamy, gray pool in which I float, waiting to drown. I suspect I've gone mad. I'm glad Saturday is over.

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