When I gave my order to the Olimpi-bro, I could feel the girl in front of me’s surprise. My voice reveals something that my visage doesn’t. Inwardness, infinite inwardness.
Later, at Bishop—These diary entries are something, but I will often just skip over a description of the most important events of my life. I need more description of the world outside myself.
Right now I am sitting at Bishop & Bagg, 1.5 pints deep. I’ve just finished sending emails to V– and C–. The first, an apology, as well as an attempt at eroticism. Got explicit, used a few of the magic words.