some heavy shit has been happening, still figuring out how I want to write about it. it seems that family troubles are the most inescapable.

need to get to sleep, work in the morning, a few quick placeholders for myself, to remind me of things I wanted to write about:

G. Stein; the dark red line; Rilke at the gate; Clark Street and late-night driving;there are two black vests hanging on the hall-pegs of my heart.