Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Ninety-Five
A thin layer of orange sky.
Quiet and slow morning. Coffee first, then cleaning.
Loose incense.
This chapter is about boundaries. Some of these I’ve thought about, and some of these I have not.
Sun on legs.
Something about the look on her face. We grab a few slices of clam pizza and take a walk through the vineyards. Our feet are covered in dust.
She leans over me and places something into my hand. It’s a cherry pitter. She tells me not to give Jeff Bezos any more money.
The problem is that I believe in signs, so when they say that, it feels like some kind of confirmation.
Don’t lose your cool.
An alarm for 1:15 a.m.
