Still hot. More hot coming.
Still hot. More hot coming. Hot with rain. The urban jungle has never been more humid, fetid and insert-unpleasant-Latinate-root-id. This weekend promises to be a steam bath. Fun for the whole family. Bring the kids.
Can't wait to escape. Soon. Soon, my precious. No, wait. That's a different sort of obsessive creature, and besides, I'm not after jewelry. I'm after an abode! And space for my head. A place where my girlfriend is not harassed in my very courtyard, prompting me to go down and shout testosterone at youthful hooligans. Which was very satisfying, but so old. The problem, I have long maintained, is not the city. It's the people in it. The structures are just fine. It's all the humans, hiving it, brushing up against each others' psychic space until the line between person and monkey gets too damn blurred. Some people like it here. Some people, clearly, like people, of all sorts. I find an unpleasant experience unpleasant, not "diverse."
So, I'm off to bed now. Bed with the sleeping head on the pillow which is not as fluffy as it used to be and will be replaced when the bed that it is on is in the new bedroom of the house which is being bought, for me to live in.
