Its hard to remember not to step on the dry sidewalk, to step only on the dark rain stains, to tell you about the book in the window, or the scurvy old sea dog with the pipe, (he didnt really have a pipe but I imagined that he had one, a gnarled old black one), its hard to remember anything, really.
I have kept four notebooks so far in taking notes on what I think of, what I must not forget, since January 18th. One day on the ship, I will show you all the things that I had to write down in order to remember them, because I had so many of your wild clouds in my head, too many of your crazy words, your eyes. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
