I wake from a dream this morning of people I used to know that I never see, friends and lovers, gone and gone. This explains my melancholia this morning. There are days where perhaps staying in bed all day is an option that should be allowed.

It is cold in the bathroom, cold in the entire house. I do not raise the heat these days. I like it cold. There is an unseen layer of blue draped like curtains, like drop cloth, like hospital sheets, draped over everything. The bath mat is blue. The towel is blue. My skin is not […]