God ain't lying on the pavementWashed away by the rain, no.He's inside, dry & coiled.

Maybe Madeleine in Ohio would like me. Maybe Madeleine in Ohio understands every single thought I think. Maybe Madeleine in Ohio cries with me – I think near Gare du Midi. I'm on the bus and my cheeks have been rained over like they never have before.I...

I know I'll never be capable of rendering yesterday night's events. It was just too strong. Too perfect. My writing is too clumsy and to bland to reproduce such power. But I want something material to cling onto. A way of remembering. I don't want it...

23 h 30 I'm in Lucignano with the girls. I wonder why I do not smoke. I do not smoke. For the wrong reasons. It's not cuz I'm “wise” or “serene” or any noble thing like that. If I do not smoke, it's just cuz I'm frozen, weak and numb. I'm too numb to...