I have many photographs.I have little droplets of ideas about great large things to write about.I saw a child in a posh cafe sitting so quite while his pedenatic father who talked business with a white man.The white man occasionally asked the boy

inane questions in a sickly friendly voice meant for kids. I thought that would be worth a post.

I made a film.

I went to Bangalore and had some fun.
But then in my heart I just feel so hideously empty. I just wish there was one person who really cared, really cared.

I feel like a fool for caring, really caring.I could sit in this library and cry . I have nothing much to write about, no poetry, no jokes.

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