Taking a small breather and remembering last words… ‘Eight-fifteen’, she said and looked at me I didn’t know what that meant I thought for a couple of seconds and said ‘okay’ The next morning when I arrived she was in that morphine haze I wonder if she knew it was around 8:15… (25 August 2019) [...]
Dear Sunday, I can’t tell whether Saturday gave me a break or not. Maybe both. So be nice, okay? Love, Kevin (25 August 2019)
Once again, these are the days of long days… I’m not going to write about walking in during the exam being given a barrage of details or having to make a life-or-death decision within ten minutes of sitting down I’m not going to write about the dramatic change from yesterday to today from sharp refusal [...]
Dear Saturday, Not that I expect you to give me a break or anything, but you could maybe ease up a little bit? Love, Kevin (24 August 2019)
Dear Friday, You’re gonna give me a break this time, right? Love, Kevin (23 August 2019)
Dear Thursday, Thanks for the weird night’s sleep, eh? Love, Kevin (22 August 2019)
Based on someone I saw walking in the rain today… I recognised the walk of hopelessness from two blocks away— plodding steps arms almost stationary at the sides It may have been the dull, grey weather or the slight chill in the midsummer air but the sight of the facial expression in the rear view [...]
Dear Wednesday, The rain makes sense today. Love, Kevin (21 August 2019)
Dear Tuesday, They have that soup I like today! Love, Kevin (20 August 2019)
Strange, the thoughts that come to me at the bookstore… He covered every conceivable surface with lists, on yellow legal pads the backs of envelopes the backs of receipts the margins of the daily paper scraps of paper torn off of junk mail and Post-Its Ah, the Post-Its! An entire section of wall between bathroom [...]
