Day 6

11/1/2020 Kingsley Amis died “the day the clocks go back.” “How like Kingsley,” Martin said. I waken the day the clocks go back to the usual fear of wasted life. Fiancee asks what time it is. “I don’t know, my phone installed an update. I have to…” trail off, my wont. Type in passcode, accidentally … Continue reading Day 6 →

Day 2

10/28/2020 Last night, a Zoom call with friends followed by predictable hours watching television, reading, smoking on the porch, until too exhausted to crave alcohol. Tylenol PM assists me here, and I feel I’m on a boat, finally, floating toward a thrall of heavy sleep and sweat for no more than four hours. My dreams … Continue reading Day 2 →