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.