26.11.05 - 2:15 p.m.

breaking your best friend's heart breaks yours in turn.

jo would move away to new york and write a series of unsuccessful stories. she'd hole up and let a few people in at a time and so i plan to move, not to a new city but a new house. maybe one where i can hole up, too. eat oranges. keep a pot of tea at hand. a house that i will wear socks around and keep tidy. none of this clutter that weighs me down now. organized drawers full of the things that make me comfortable, not all strewn like wreckage. paring down in order to start over.