Sweating out in bed with a hot water bottle, some dayquil, more honey than tea, Gil Scott-Heron’s album “I’m New Here” as remixed by Jamie xx. Last night when in a fever I was kicking off my leggings and pajamas the wind attacked the sharp walls of this little solarium, the neighbour’s palm tree, with the kind of howling rivaled only by the neighbour’s dog, every other night or so. Today the sun is intermittent, the rain is intermittent, the tin roof of the garage looks real expensive whenever they converge.
If I had a working camera I’d make you all itch to glide your hands over it, the way a rough man wants to glide over a long neck. I could be drunk on ill, but I feel like I could do that.