Walked into town, thinking of sad little man, narrow, small-minded, petty, cruel. Supposedly he's read Reich, not much for reading comprehension as far as I can tell. As I moved faster through the city, looking at things quickly, taking snaps, building, overwhelming relief that he is no longer my problem. Snips of John Updike poem about birds taking off from a golf course that there was an essay question about on my AP English exam running through my head.

Passed onto Smith campus, moving faster, dawn redwood, then around the pond, singing 'Pale Blue Eyes' to myself, into the woods where it was 'Blues in the Bottle'. Leaving the grounds, hyperaware, quasi-ecstatic state, everything is nature, everything is perfect beauty. Should really get back to that Goethe.

Stopped and talked to some young women selling baked goods for Heifer International, gave them five bucks for a slice of tollhouse pie and moved on. Sugar rush kicked in on South Street, in my brain and on my lips:

"My face is slack
And kidneys burn
In the small of my back
Will never learn
Well I'm not going back
To the slow life
Because every step is a drag
And pieces of kite
Of materials you never catch
Come up for a snatch
Up from hell
Once in a while
Cause I am Jack
From a burning ring
My face is slack
And I think think think
I just think think think
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
Just burn burn burn
I sat and drank
While my dreams decay
I'm 45
Cause I am Jack
From a burning ring
And my face is slack
And I think think think
I just drink drink drink
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
I just burn burn burn
I eat hot dogs
I live on pies
I'm 45
Cause I am Jack
And I think think think
Just think think think
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
Just burn burn burn
And put down left-wing tirades
and the musical trade
End free trade
I say eat this grenade
Gonna eat this grenade
Cause I am Jack
Some man from the docks
They are smart
Their brains are half
They never end
Just follow trends
But I am Jack
From a burning ring
My face is slack
And I think think think
Just think think think
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
I just burn burn burn
I am Jack
And put down left-wing tirades
and the musical trade
End all free trade
I said eat this grenade
I said eat this grenade
End all free trade
I said eat this grenade"

Thousands of snaps, a thousand thousand sounds. I'm a little flower, I'm nothing, music is all.

When I got home a minute ago, I had to pee like a racehorse.