Sublime

The particle of her private self rejoins everything it has been split off from—the plan of runaway green. I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

Another tenant was Piotr, a Polish artist with the most impossibly funny hair: dead straight and cut like a big mushroom. He moved into the living room—only because it was so cold, he slept in a tent in the middle of the room. On the last Friday of every month, people