I'm kind of dazed, unsure of what to say. Friday was hands-down the strangest night of my life.
Today: I take communion, sleep, peel a tangerine meticulously, pine for a suitable poem and something disallowed to do. Tremendously irritated with my pictures because they're so, so predictable.
Hannah driving back from the hospital at four in the morning, the snowflakes dusting down in the streetlights and stoplights like ashes, something acoustic, me in my ridiculous shoeless state with my throbbingly too-large eyeballs, but still peace, rest soon.
F-R-A-N-C-I-S-C-O in an ambulance
(Everyone's fine I just like I said am unsure what to say.)