November 29th, 2020

caillebotte_man at his window

Reset Fifteen, Day Twenty-one

There was a word I was going to use, and then it fell back into the jumble that my mind has become and was lost. The dislocation continues. Sleeping the heart of the day Saturday, roughly ten to half past four, I was nonetheless exhausted less than seven hour later, and ten o'clock last night fell asleep again and didn't wake up until three o'clock this morning. I wonder if tsetse flies have invaded California?

Rummaging in the refrigerator turned up some cream cheese, and so I ate that on buttered toast with a bit of apple butter that was still clinging to the inside of a nearly empty jar. A hint of paleness is now appearing in the eastern sky, which I can see only by stepping out into the cold air. Not even that can brush the cobwebs from my brain. Images of things falling keep coming to what there is of mind. Where are they falling from? I couldn't say for sure, but the void is a likely source.

The forecast says it will be 62 degrees today. I wonder when I will fall asleep again?


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