Tuesday

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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