By total accident, I’m in one of those unwavering moods to do something. Yes, I lie to myself that the 3-ring I keep filling up IS doing something, but we don’t see many fruits dangling from any of these trees, do we, and powdery green lichen doesn’t count. I’ve never read a book in two days until now; that’s gotta be a start of some kind, I’m sure.
Someone I know has been in New York the past few days and I can hear her ecstatic peals. My college orientation took place in the summer almost ten years ago––naivety that would make you sick to look at me. I’m sure this friend (“girlfriend” sometimes, when the signals read right) is not going to be having the same awful experience I had while I was in the mountains. She’s the type of girl who could make being a man so much easier to deal with. The hard part is the lust.

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