11.23. Morning left over rain. Notes scattered. Anxiety attacks. I keep looking at the watch. 11.24.
Its like pages of equations but its just language. Another cuppa coffee. Crumbs of toast on the carpet. Shit i spilled my coffee. 11.26. 11.27. I just wanna pass this paper and go teach Tibetan monks english and have butter tea in the old ruins of Lhasa. 11.28.
