8:06 a.m. - July 14, 2003
Is the end more like Eliot's vision or Einstein's?
This morning during the commute I was quiet and stared out the window, oblivious to the sounds of the wheels, the flash of the trees, the aroma of coffee and the crinkle of newspapers.
Last night I dreamed of Spec and today I awoke missing him and it hurts. I feel I was not patient enough with him when he was with me, a very bad thought.
When will this end?
