1925.

the world is cold today. we'll have cheese and fruit for dinner. i was walking down the wrong alley from the store, not the pretty one, but the one next to the thing that i thought was an empty warehouse. someone was playing the piano inside; it was both disjointed and pretty. i am reading browning and arnold and carlyle tonight. i believe i'll be thinking of mining towns, of which i'm fond.

just now it is time for cheap red wine in a teacup, kylie minough on the hella gay channel, and working on the webcomic.