Dizzy from what—let me see, pen, paper, what was I doing? typing—since I’m still learning how, my eyes flit between keyboard and page, or was I still thinking of one who is only a friend, nothing further from the truth? it is difficult sometimes for me to keep my imagination linked to any perception of the facts, for instance here I am with my thoughts, books, notes, desk, shoes, radio, lamp, not even a photo of her, thinking it a shame.
22 November 1980