And, the light went off right when someone switched on a light in the story I was reading.
“There is no night darker than a night of fires. There is no man more alone than one running in the midst of a howling mob.”
My friend said that they showed no remorse. “Showed no remorse”. I kept quiet.
Camus makes me hesitate.
I gave wrong directions to people in my dream. Where will they end up?
Early morning. A train whistles in the distance. Is night leaving on that train?
Sadness. Basho told me
“The morning glories / bloom, securing the gate / in the old fence”
“Won’t you come and see loneliness?” “…its white shade / glimmers for a moment before dissolving / like a tablet in a glass of darkness.”
Flowers secure the gate. Shadow looks more real than the body. Dreams in a pawn shop. “Even in Kyoto/ I long for Kyoto”. “Names swallowed..”