Debussy, 12 Etudes. #4. When will I finish? Prob the end of this year.
Noon.
Walk at lighthouse park. Drizzling dizzy. Sap from big secreting trees.
Home.
Movie: Veteran.
Dinner: fried rice. Nothing interesting.
Extremely thirsty at night. But oh, how warm the night feels, I must go somewhere and stay late till night, because I don’t think any other nights will be as warm and comfortable as this. I can even go swimming–the water is warm. Ah.
Goodnight.
The end of July is always so melancholic.

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