Wednesday, November 8, 2000

I awoke at three hours the morning and saw the moon shining by my lamp-shade of room to sleep. I raised the blind men so that I could observe it, enormous and falling (morbid) close to the horizon.

I listened to "funeral" March of Chopin to work. It is really a beautiful piece of music.

While I walked to the house of work in the darkness, I whirred well " of the hearts " of the robbers of the lost arch. Wind whipped around me as if I were a powerful and lost worked object.