Ziggy Stardust is playing at the Red Vic
the day after tomorrow. I probably won’t go. The Divine Comedy of Mr. Alighieri
waits patiently for my eyeballs on the nightstand. I know I won’t read it. Cognizance of my idleness will definitely be key to the melancholy of my
later years. I can only say to start now. NOW. For a project. A reason. An amusement.
I go search. Now. A reason to wake up tomorrow.