. . . since I apparently live in New York City now, I spend the hours between 1 am and 3 am reading Wikipedia while stoned off my ass on Monty’s couch, which is my bed here.

It is a peaceful time. I love it . . .

What is my life now? I wonder at it during the witching hours. It is not a bad life, as far as lives go. And: there is something beautiful growing inside me. I will simply let it grow.

Meanwhile . . .