December 31st. 11:58 PM. GLASS’s apartment, dark except for streetlight through its many windows. GLASS kneels staring at shapes in light on the wall. Extends hand, sees own shadow, retreats. Pursues. Retreats. The more directly the hand pursues, the more directly the shadow flees. Window open; happy twenty-somethings shoot roman candles at each other outside. Frigid.

 

Gl.

Do not interrupt me

Sitting in eyeglass shard light of

Moon’s rivers, dunes

 

Twelve degrees? What state am I in?

A note;

No doubt she flicked it over her shoulder:

 

‘Blue Void.’

Bar we liked.

Full of sensitive lumberjacks